With the cookbook in my bag, my next stop was the grocery store. It was one of those huge ones connected to the mall, the kind with lights so bright they made everything look fake. I felt a little out of place.
My usual food shopping involved a two-minute walk to the convenience store for instant noodles and a soda. This was a whole different level.
I walked through the automatic doors and just stopped for a second. It was massive. Aisles and aisles of stuff. I pulled out my new cookbook, my phone, and my very short shopping list.
'First things first,' I thought, looking at the first chapter of the book. 'Stocking Your Kitchen.' The book said I needed a frying pan, a spatula, and a cutting board. I didn't own any of those things.
I found the kitchenware aisle. There was an entire wall of pots and pans. All different sizes, different colors, different prices. I had no idea what the difference was between any of them.
