He’d never even done the food shopping, but always came home from work to a delicious meal cooked by his wife, Barbara.
One day, after Barbara had been sick with the flu for several days and the fridge was all but empty,
Brendan realized he’d better help out, and offered to go to the supermarket.
Barbara sent him off with a carefully numbered list of seven items.
Brendan returned shortly, very proud of himself, and proceeded to unpack the grocery bags.
He had one bag of carrots, two packages of celery, three dozen eggs, four bags of potatoes, five raw chickens, six boxes of noodles, and seven loaves of bread.