While Beth considered herself a worldly epicurean, she had to admit a certain lapse in her knowledge. She knew plenty about eating and pairing foods. She was not as savvy as to how one actually prepared said food. Still, it was galling to think that she would have been Chosen by Hera without the ability to boil water.
And so it was that Beth found herself in a practice kitchen teetering above a cutting board in four inch heels with a bag full of hapless fruits and vegetables. She had managed to cajole some ingredients from an accommodating Chosen of Demeter. At the moment, his name escaped her--a lapse that she would have to discreetly rectify, perhaps under the pretense of spelling his name correctly on a Thank You card--but due to his generosity, she felt that she was well on her way to doing right by her goddess.
At least, that was plan. But Beth was not entirely convinced that the chopping knife was without will of its own and it was slow going to cut the first head of lettuce for her salad. And that was without having to stop every few seconds to replay the 2 minute video tutorial she had up on her phone.
"It's not that easy!" She whined at her phone screen displaying a seemingly indifferent woman in her cute black and pink chef's jacket as the ehow expert pulled the head apart with her hands and then cut through the leaves as if they were butter. She looked down at her own rather sad, eviscerated lettuce. The cuts were jagged and tilted, some not fully through the heart of it, and she had pulled enough from the bunch that barely any green remained. "Why do I have to use two hands?" She muttered to herself, hunched toward the cutting board in a way that would have made her mother faint in horror. She was conscious of the way her shoulders had been pulled by frustration to nearer her ears than was strictly pleasing, but all of that paled in comparison to her need to force both knife and vegetable to her will.
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