I'm reminded of an old Yiddish joke:
A very poor man asks his wife if she will cook blintzes for him, as he's never had them and never been able to afford to eat them in a restaurant. "I'll try," she says. Looking at a recipe, she sees it calls for 4 whole eggs, but she only has two. "Oh well, I'll add a little more oil to make up for it" The recipe calls for butter, but she only has schmaltz...instead of expensive fine white flour, she only has rye...etc.
At last she sets the table and serves the food. They each eat a few bites and declare: "I don't know what those rich people see in blintzes. They're not very good."