But everyone in the house knew exactly what it was.
It was not trash.
It was not leftovers.
It was flavor.
It meant tomorrow’s fried potatoes.
It meant green beans that tasted rich instead of bland.
It was the quiet secret behind meals that felt like home.
Back then, nothing went to waste.
Not because people had nothing.
But because they understood value.
They knew how hard money was earned.
How long things took to make.
How quickly they could disappear if you were careless.
