I just cleaned my local grocery store out of sauerkraut. Every last can and bag of the kraut is now in my possession. It's their own fault, really; they should know that damn Yankees like me bring our damn Yankee traditions along with us, and that means having good old fashioned pork and sauerkraut on New Year's Day for good luck. And no, sauerkraut is NOT just "that stuff you put on hot dogs."
Maybe next year I'll make my own.
(In case you're wondering, "damn Yankee" is, in fact, a technical term. It refers to northerners (Yankees) who move down south and who, in the process, become damn Yankees.)