I remember while I was student sharing a small apartment with 3 other girls, there was not much to cook with as we were living pay check to paycheck. Our go to meal was cream of mushroom soup, it was economical and most of the time half of the can remain for the next meal.
We didn't really cook, we just opened the can and heated it up and the smell wafting in the air smelled like home. It was so creamy and comforting and the aroma filled the empty space of the flat, giving the illusion that we were not alone and there was love in the house.
Now when I cook this soup, I am always reminded of that period of my life and it brings a smile to my face knowing that I am in a better place and I can afford to feed my family healthy home made meals.