Abby noticed that everything Katie talked about seemed to be nonedible. She was a die-hard foodie and always had been. She knew that doughnuts and a few other familiar pastries existed—at least in the more well-off towns—but hadn't seen much else that went beyond basic vegetables.
"What about foods?" she asked curiously.
Katie sighed. "That's a little trickier. They don't have all of the same ingredients here and you know I was never much of a cook anyway. It was much easier buying things premade. Let me tell you; I craved pasta almost my entire pregnancy with Adam and I thought I would die because it doesn't exist here."
Pasta? Abby's memory wasn't nearly as good as her sister's but she had made homemade pasta before as part of a Girl Scouts activity ages ago. It had been fairly memorable because everyone complained about how it was easier to buy it dried at the store.
