Don't count refried beans out
When I moved last year, I was befuddled and dismayed to discover not one, not even two or three, but seven cans of refried beans shoved to the back of one of my kitchen cupboards. How did it happen? I had only the faintest memory of purchasing even one can. Of course, I had no one to blame but myself, because I was living on my own at the time, but that did not stop me from feeling that somebody had duped me, somehow. Now what, I wondered? Should I be frugal, dig in and eat with a spoon for the next two weeks? Throw a giant taco party? Stucco the walls with the stuff?

