Grandma had the smallest pantry I’d ever seen. Not that it mattered she could turn a pair of old socks into a tasty meal.
What Grandma had was a magic touch and her pantry, a collection of bottle, jars and packets with strange markings were all she need to turn the impossible into a mouth-watering treat.
I remember once there was a shortage of potatoes as the drought had gone longer than expected. People were queuing up for the basics.
Grandma never bothered with all that instead she’d say: ” Tonight we are a roast, baked vegies the lot.” So we’d all line up at dinner time mouths salivating and there in front of us was the most delicious roast you could imagine. “It’s all in the bottle up the top,” she’d say.
On the top shelf to the left was a bottle marked,” Baked Dinner…just add….” The lettering had faded so I never knew what it was you added and I didn’t care as Grandma asked if anyone wanted seconds.