My Austrian grandmother was a thrifty woman. Raising six children on her own was demanding on a low income, meaning that devising clever ideas for making clothes, food and other necessities stretch that little bit further was an absolute must. On special occasions my mother and her siblings were treated to Wiener (Viennese) Schnitzel. Grandma worked her magic, bashing out a miniature morsel of veal to make it stretch to the size of a plate; dusting, dipping and then frying it into a crisp schnitzel. Although she is no longer alive to tell me to darn my socks rather than buy new ones, I still like to make Grandma’s schnitzel to remind me that being thrifty can be tasty, too.