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Post by wyatt on Aug 13, 2011 20:09:30 GMT 10
While Wyatt was used to doing a lot of things for himself. He was an independent guy, after all, and had been for some time now, but there were some day to day chores that he just could not stand. One of those things happened to be food shopping. It wasn’t so much that he hated going to the grocery store or the markets to get the things he needed, it was rather that he didn’t always know what he needed. More often than not he ended up with a bunch of junk and found himself begging Beth to cook, or crashing a friend's meal, and of course there were always the times when he went out and got something to eat by himself. But cooking for one was supposed to be easy! Why Wyatt found it to be so hard, he wasn’t sure. Naturally, he assumed his aversion to food shopping was based solely on his stupidity when it came to brands. Normally he would pick up whatever was cheapest or whatever looked good and go with that but more often than not he found himself disliking the things he was buying and sending a lot of stuff to the garbage. That, and of course, the task in and of itself that consisted of general cooking. Wyatt had never been properly schooled in how to prepare a meal. Apparently everyone thought he would marry a kitchen-savvy girl at a young age and didn’t bother. But of course they were wrong, Wyatt would never marry a kitchen-savvy girl, and he was left helpless or dependent on his sister. Now maybe helpless was a bit of a stretch. When it came down to it, he could fend for himself, but there was a big amount of lazy he had to get over first. He was a mess, In general, and possibly shouldn’t be allowed to cook at all but sometimes one has to do what one shouldn’t be doing. That, of course, was how Wyatt found himself at the market. He needed tomatoes and fresh fruit and everyone knew that the markets were the best place to get those kinds of things. They were cheaper and fresher than anything that could be bought at the chain stores and helped out Capeside locals, as that was the point of the markets altogether. With his basket hanging out of his hand at his side, Wyatt examined a spread of fruits and vegetables at a stand he and Beth frequented a lot. Hey, at least he wasn’t opting for fast food again. A healthy boy has to eat healthy food sometimes, doesn’t he? Now all he had to do was remember the little tricks and tips to picking out the best of the bunch. Shit. He really needed a personal assistant… or a trained monkey.
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