I had to stop by the supermarket yesterday on the way home from work.  I had run out of tortillas for my delicious pulled pork, and I had run out of peanut butter.  So I get in the express line with my peanut butter, and my 20 flour tortillas.  The cashier gives me an odd little smile. 

On my way to the car, I realize: the cashier thought I was buying dinner.  A recession-inspired dinner of flour tortillas and peanut butter.