A few years back we did a wartime cooking evening. I found some suitable recipes, either on the web or from some v old books handed down to my mum. Corned beef hash and potato cakes were two. I think we stewed a rabbit too, as an example of how people living outside of a city could augment their rations. I got my parents, who were children during WWII, to come and judge the meals. It gave Dad yet another chance to tell how he hasn't forgiven Hitler for spoiling his 12th birthday. (He was at Scout camp just before war broke out and they came home early, calling in at the baker's to cancel his cake).