“Look, rice spaghetti. I wonder if it tastes like rice noodle. Let’s try it.” Pammy says to her husband Pan at the ShopRite grocery store.
“Well, do we have to have food experiment? I mean can’t we stick with the food we are familiar with?” Pan grumbles.
“We need to diversify our dinner menu. Learn new things and keep improving. That’s my new motto.” Pammy says.
“Where did you get all these half baked new ideas? Look, Pammy, I will not object to your food experiments if I don’t have to eat all the disastrous results you’ve had so far. Remember the rice sandwich, the black bean noodle? They were food nightmares and I had to swallow them.”
“Sweetheart. It’s not easy to be a food adventurer. I know. One needs to go through a lot of failures before one sees a little bit of success.”
As the shopping cart is passing through the checkout, the little packet of rice spaghetti drops through the opening of the cart onto the floor. Pammy doesn’t see it, but Pan sees it. He wonders if he should pick it up for a second. Then he decides not to do it. He feels a little guilty, but a smile crawls slowly onto his face.
He knows that Pammy may discover this after they get home and ask him to come back to the store. He knows.