After eight years of cooking daily for a family, and an intensive year (2009) of feeding weekly dinner guests, I found myself single and not very hungry. On work days, a cheap and delicious cafeteria salad sufficed as the main meal. Scrambled eggs or a Lära bar got me through the evenings. Cooking just seemed too much bother.
But now, I’m cooking again. A new, appreciative audience helps. Because no matter how much I like the experience of preparing a meal (and I do, I really love it), I just don’t feel the impetus to plan and shop and chop and sauté if it’s just me to eat it. I know I am not alone in this. There are millions of you out there who agree. No matter how much you love to cook, you slack off when it’s just you … right?
So yeah, it’s good to be cooking again.
Old friends, you are invited for dinner. Call me, and we’ll set up a date.