Don’t Cook Another Pot Roast Until You Try My Grandmother’s Depression-Era Secret

Ever cooked a roast for hours, only to sit down to meat you could barely get a fork into? I have—and I still remember trying to pretend that Sunday dinner was better than it was. Grandma Etta knew what I’d missed. She showed me one simple trick she’d carried through the Depression years, when a tough roast meant wasting food nobody could afford to lose. It’s nothing fancy, and you probably have what you need already. But where you put it makes all the difference. Come into the kitchen with me. I’ll show you what she taught me—and why I stopped letting the clock tell me when dinner was ready. You can find more of Grandma Etta’s wisdom in Grandma June’s Home Secrets Did your grandmother have a secret for Sunday roast? Tell me in the comments. Love, June