Ate canned chili 5 nights straight and my roommate staged an intervention
Money got tight after my car died in Tucson, so I lived on the 89 cent cans for a week and honestly started craving them. By night 5 my roommate walked in, saw me eating straight from the pot, and just said "we need to talk about your choices" before handing me a can of corn to mix in. What's your go to cheap combo when the pantry is looking sad?