Well, maybe that's a little bit harsh. I hate to cook for just one.
I enjoyed making big meat and potato type meals or big bowls of spaghetti or pans of lasagna when there were lots of kids at the dinner table. I miss that. I even miss the inevitable "But, Mom...Do I really hafta eat the green beans? You know I hate green beans." And I miss the nearly nightly arguments about whose turn it was to wash the supper dishes. These days if I really want a full meal, my crock pot is my friend. Toss the food in and let it simmer all day. And there are no arguments about whose turn it is to wash dishes. Sadly, it is always my turn.
I read blogs where the writers are serving up fantastic meals for their families and I am jealous. They spend hours slicing and dicing and sauteing and allowing the flavors to blend. My idea of a gourmet meal is frying the Spam before making a sandwich.
Perhaps I have just become lazy. It's not that I dislike working with food. My shelves packed full of home canned goodies and my other shelf full of home dehydrated foods are testimony to that. I just can't seem to muster the ambition to cook very many real meals for just myself.
Might be form of 'empty nest syndrome,' for I am looking forward to tomorrow when I will cook a venison roast with roasted potatoes and carrots to share with Duane. There might even be a dessert involved.
So I am wondering if anyone besides me considers crackers and cheese and a handful of grapes a sufficient lunch. Sigh.
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