I just found these pictures on my desktop.

The summer of 2008, before I moved to L.A., I was a little bit broke. This had advantages (getting the money in place to make the move possible) and disadvantages (being broke).

Over that summer I slowly ate up all the food in my kitchen. This proves I have nothing to complain about, because 1) I had a kitchen, and 2) it had food in it.

One night dinner was this:

It was not bad at all.

For future reference, when broke: tuna, potato and ranch dressing is a damn fine meal. (Even if that potato is somewhat squeeshy.)