When the money was scarce, maybe too much of it got left at the race track, we'd implement our emergency super poor people measures until my parents got their next paycheck.
There are many levels to having no money.
At the basic no-money level, family dinners are fried baloney hats and rice until the cash rolls back in. At this level, you have no money but somehow you make things work well enough.
At the advanced no-money level, there is absolutely no money. It's apocalyptic. You survive using tricks you've learned.
Now is the time when the sugar packets lifted from restaurants start to get used. And when the toilet paper runs out, you rip up a free newspaper into strips that you hang on the side of the tub.
Everything is barely functional and you slide into payday as a worn-out anxious mess.
And although they probably aren't good for you, fried baloney hats are quite tasty especially if you char the edges.