My grandmother didn't like throwing food away. She often told me, "If it's been in the freezer, it's fresh." She made butter mints for my Aunts wedding and still had them 30 years later (although they were reduced to a fine green film in the bottom of the cookie tin). She was also a self-professed healer, and was always eager to get us to eat mysterious things. Once my grandfather saw her scraping something into a dish he had made, and when he asked her what it was she said, "Sunshine, George, sunshine."