When I was younger, I never saw the sense in cooking a meal just for myself. I survived, quite happily, for many years on what I used to call my “single girl’s dinner” (popcorn & carrots) on the nights I was home. I still loved to cook but never quite understood why I would go to all that bother just to feed me.
This has changed over the last few years. It really hit home last night when I arrived back from a long day at a conference: I could have gone out to eat or grabbed take-out but I really craved a home-cooked meal. I wanted to decompress from my day by spending time in the kitchen…
I realize that I am lucky in several ways: I live alone so it doesn’t matter to anyone but me if I eat out or dine in; I live in a downtown neighbourhood with easy access to great vegetable & fruit stores / butchers / bakeries so I can shop in the late afternoon for fresh ingredients to turn into my evening meal; and I am very happy eating leftovers so if I want to cook a “big” dish like a lasagna or pumpkin soup, it won’t go to waste.
I still love to cook for more than just me – I get great joy from feeding other people, but I am happy to report that I am now getting a bit more variety beyond carrots & popcorn in my dinner menus.
What are your thoughts on cooking for just one?