When my mother was young, and after moving to this country, she and her family had very little. There were 13 people living in a two bedroom house in the Los Angeles area. She often talked about the tips of the chicken wings and how she loved them. At dinner each of them would get 1 chicken wing and she would take everyone’s wing tips.
As an adult, my mother always had food on hand. She was a master at finding sales and shopping places like Grocery Outlet and the Dollar Store, and buying cases of food at the cheapest she could find it. We would often tease her about just how many cans of corn (or whatever the find of the day was) did we really need anyway.
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