So here's a fic where Wilson gets House to try grits. Thanks to RemyTheReaper, who inspired me to write this random fic :P For those of you that don't know what grits are, they are this food that people eat in the south. Google for more info.
This takes place in season two, when Wilson is staying at House's apartment.
House woke to the wonderful smells of a Wilson-cooked breakfast that were wafting into his room. Intrigued, House rolled out of bed and shuffled into his kitchen.
The one good thing about having Wilson stay at his apartment is that Wilson cooks. No more cold pizza for breakfast or Cheerios for dinner.
House found Wilson fully dressed for work and sitting at the table reading the newspaper and eating a plateful of food. Hearing House come into the room, Wilson looked up and pointed at the stove.
"There's the food," Wilson said. House peered over at the stove. There were eggs, bacon, pancakes (macadamia pancakes none the less!), buttered toast, and something that House couldn't identify.
Pointing at the lumpy, yet creamy yellowish substance, House asked, "What is that?"
"Oh. That's grits."
"Huh?"
Wilson laughed. "Here," he said, putting some of the grits on his spoon and handing it to House. "These are cheese flavored grits. They're really goo-,"
"EKK!" House stuck out his tongue and hurriedly grabbed Wilson's glass of orange juice and took a big gulp. "Those are disgusting!"
Frowning, Wilson took his orange juice back from House. "Maybe you'll like a different flavor."
House watched as Wilson got up, and began opening packages and cooking more grits on the stove. While waiting, House ate some of Wilson's awesome pancakes.
Wilson offered House a spoonful of the new grits that he had cooked. "These are bacon flavored," Wilson said.
Sighing, House grabbed the spoon and tried the bacon flavored grits. He spit them out.
"Ewww!"
"House!" Wilson looked down at the floor where the spat-out grits were. "I'm not cleaning that up."
"Neither am I."
Wilson scoffed. "Fine. But I assure you, I will find a type of grits you do like." He began cooking again, and House continued eating off of Wilson's unfinished plate.
This time, Wilson thought this flavor was a winner. "Cinnamon. Here. Eat."
Furrowing his eyebrows in curiosity, House leaned over and ate off the spoon that Wilson was holding. Wilson looked hopefully at House.
"So…?" Wilson asked.
House shook his head.
Wilson sighed dramatically and sat in the seat across from House. It was too much for Wilson that House didn't like grits. And it got even worse.
"House! You ate all the pancakes!" Wilson shrieked.
"I guess I did."
"GAH!" Wilson pushed himself up from the table. "I've had enough of this. I'm going to work."
When Wilson was gone, House looked at the box that Wilson had been taking the packages of grits out of. There was one flavor that Wilson didn't make House try – original.
House shrugged. They already had four pots of grits, so why not another?
After House cooked the grits (House was surprised too that he could cook!), House put some butter on the hot steaming grits. After letting them cool, House took a nervous taste of the grits.
House liked the original flavor. A lot actually. Who knew?
House shrugged, and ate the rest of the original flavored grits.
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Later that night, Wilson came back to House's apartment to find that House didn't clean up the dishes from this morning. Sighing as he looked at the pots of the uneaten grits (It's so hard to clean out old, crusty grits off of dishes!), Wilson thought about this morning's dilemma.
But something caught his eye. It was an open package of original flavored grits.
Wilson spun around and found an empty pot on the table. Examining it closer, he could see that there were remains of plain grits in the pot that the person who had been dining on them did not scrape out and eat.
Wilson smiled. So House did like grits after all.