"I never know what to buy, or anything," Malia grouses. Her pout looks out of place on her boy face. "Every time I've shopped before it was with a recipe in mind so I knew what to get. But there's almost nothing in the house. I think we have . . . a slice of bread, and that's it." She could be exaggerating, but she doesn't think so. "I just want to eat everything."