My grandmother did it with coffee.

She'd make homemade biscuits from scratch every morning and make sure there was some fat back in the green beans for dinner. When I stayed with her, and we were going to eat chicken for dinner...it meant that I had to go chase down the chicken for her.

Her cupboard seemed to only have home canned goods, crisco, flour, and karo syrup. She lived North of Buford in Georgia.