Today I had soup for lunch, split pea with Ham to be exact. I followed it up with the last piece of apple pie. Both were good. When I was done I went to put the other half of the soup away (one can makes two servings) and There next to it was the aluminum foil which had been covering the now empty pie pan. I looked at the foil, it was relatively clean. I shrugged and reformed it to fit the top of the soup pot to store it in the fridge and instantly realized I had become my grandmother. Grandma was raising small children during the depression and developed the habit of never throwing anything away that might possibly have a use in the future. She, notoriously, had a drawer in her kitchen which was full of, I kid you not, used aluminum foil and plastic wrap which she would wash off, neatly fold and reuse, no one knows how many times. We finally got her to quit doing that a few years before she passed away pointing out that she had… a pretty large sum of money in the bank in her “rainy day” savings. “Eva,” my step father told her “you’re 90 years old, how many rainy days do you think you are going to have to get through?” I still put the old foil on the soup.