Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Feb 15, 2014 21:24:04 GMT -8
Harold took the coupons that his wife handed him without comment, looking over them and attempting to remember where everything in the store was so that they might do this as strategically as possible. Donovan's question pulls him from some minor mental mapping, and he, too, looked out across the isles before them. After a moment, he shrugged and decided on a simple order. "Go to the Jewish section and grab, I dunno', one of everything."
It wasn't a terribly big section, after all, and most of the items available were staples of their meals, considering the Herschels' shared backgrounds. They'd both grown up cooking and eating the foods of their people, and, most evenings, they didn't deviate too far from those familiar things. If they did eat something more off-the-wall, it was usually at a restaurant. Indian and Thai were good choices, for example. Harold himself had never mastered the art of remotely authentic foreign cuisine.
"We'll just be going up and down, here."
It wasn't a terribly big section, after all, and most of the items available were staples of their meals, considering the Herschels' shared backgrounds. They'd both grown up cooking and eating the foods of their people, and, most evenings, they didn't deviate too far from those familiar things. If they did eat something more off-the-wall, it was usually at a restaurant. Indian and Thai were good choices, for example. Harold himself had never mastered the art of remotely authentic foreign cuisine.
"We'll just be going up and down, here."