My grandma's cheap recipes beat any fancy meal kit, hands down.
She taught me how to make a hearty soup from leftovers and scraps. Nowadays, people spend loads on prepped ingredients. It's a waste of money and skill. I still use her methods and eat well for less.
What gets overlooked is how those family cooking lessons become a kind of therapy. After a long day, making a dish you were taught just feels calming in a way ordering never could. That peace of mind is a hidden benefit that lasts.
Start by picking one simple dish your family makes and learn it until you can cook it without thinking. I messed up my grandma's soup three times before I got it right, but now I can make a huge pot for like ten bucks. That practice builds confidence to try other stuff, and suddenly you're not even tempted by takeout menus.