When I was a kid there came a point where I was old enough that we were allowed to be alone in the house… without adults. Occasionally this would happen at a friend’s house. We would get hungry and have to figure out something for lunch. What a strange exotic thing another family’s food supplies turn out to be. Some of it would be familiar but slightly off. There’s a loaf of bread but it’s a different brand. There’s bologna but it’s cut thicker and has a different texture. Then there’s a jar of… fish? Does that go on the sandwich? Here’s some leftover casserole from 2 nights ago. Is that broccoli in there?