A neighbor's request for salsa and Gordon's craving for peanut sauce leave Fran feeling stranded in an unfamiliar culinary world. She remembers a kitchen stocked with a small, dependable range of ingredients and wonders how shopping became so complicated. When Brian comes home, she discovers pills in his coat. He claims they are futuristic astronaut meals, an explanation that fits her fears about changing food perfectly. Fran puts the pills on the dinner plates, but Gordon immediately recognizes the drug and joins her in calling their son back to the kitchen.