A lesson from my neighbor about soup bones
I was at the butcher counter in my old town about ten years ago, just looking at the prices... feeling a bit stuck. This older lady, Mrs. Ellis from down the street, saw me and pointed at the big bin of beef soup bones. She said, 'Honey, those are fifty cents a pound. You take three pounds home, roast them, and simmer them all day with an onion and some salt. That's two days of meals right there, just add whatever's left in your fridge.' I did exactly what she said. The smell filled my whole apartment, and I stretched that broth into soup and then a pot of rice. It taught me that the cheapest things can be the best base. Has anyone else had a neighbor give them a simple tip that really worked?