She sounds exactly like my nan.
Cabbage water was considered extra-healthy for pregnant women and after rationing was lifted, the women of my nan's age seemed to consider feeding up their grandkids a competitive sport.
My nan was lucky as all the men in the family were down the pit and were fed at the washery canteen (where my nan worked). There was no wastage but scraps like peelings were brought home and boiled up to feed my granddad's pigs.
They lived in a very close-knit community so all the gardens were planted for fruit and veg and shared. The pigs were slaughtered and every bit of them would be used and shared. Chickens were kept by several in the street and eggs were swapped for other food items.
Food then is nothing like food now. Beef dripping on bread was seen as good as caviar on blinis. My grandad would give my mum his butter and cheese rations in return for her sugar and jam rations.
Clothes were repaired and handed down and wedding dresses were made from curtains and passed on to other women getting wed.
Nothing was thrown, everything mended. Just like in Dad's Army, there was a well-known black-marketer who could get hold of items like lipstick or stockings amongst other things, but these came at a price.
Things were bad but times were good my nan used to say.