Old postcards and cooking

My Grandpa gave me this postcard not long before he died in 1967. I was 11, and he could not have picked a more suitable person to give his old photographs to. I loved them then as I do now. the post card shows some of Grandpa's family on their hop fields in Hernhill, near Faversham in Kent.

I have been thinking about my grandfather particularly at this time of year, because I remember going to church with him on Easter Sunday - he went even though he wasn't feeling well. I think that he knew it might be the last time.

The other

picture is also a postcard, and shows his mother, wearing black. This evening I cooked a few cherry tomatoes, and I passed on to my son Grandpa's tip of putting a little sugar onto tomatoes as you fry them, to take away the acidity.

He was, I have recently learned from the census, working as a waiter in Fulham in 1901, so perhaps he picked up some of his cooking skills then. It was certainly unusual for a man of his generation - born in 1889 - to be able to cook. My husband can't cook, even in this day and age.

I'm determined that my son will leave home able to cook himself a good square meal,and he can, indeed, do pasta bakes, rice, etc. however, he still seems determined to always buy new ingredients every time he wants to cook a meal. Is it a woman thing to use up what's in the fridge?