A plethora of potatoes: Part 2-My bologna has a first name...

Nineteen days into my experiment of no-grocery shopping for a month, my fridge is down to a handful of random food items.

A clove of garlic.

The remains of a 100-count package of sliced cheddar cheese.

Pickles.

And bologna. Oh, yes, a full package of bologna.

I bought it for my parents' visit over Labor Day weekend. My nephew came with them, and he likes bologna. Actually, that's about all he will eat. But I bought the wrong brand and my nephew, a.k.a. Bologna Boy, refused to eat it.

So now I have an unopened package of Oscar Meyer bologna in the back of the fridge, hiding behind the potatoes.

I almost tossed it, but given that I have more than 10 more days of this experiment and the pantry contents are dwindling rapidly, I put it back.

Just in case the worse comes to pass, anyone have a recipe for potato, cheese and bologna casserole?