I Eat Alone - And I Like It
I don’t mean to play the single girl card, but what is the big deal about eating alone? I’m listening to The Splendid Table, and Lynn has on Deborah Madison and her husband talking about their new book, “What We Eat When We Eat Alone.” Good Food on KCRW was even asking listeners to call in with their weird menu items when eating solo. I get it, the social custom is for people to eat in groups - like wolves. I don’t know if this is really true for most folks or it it’s just what I see on tv, because I only eat with people at restaurants or on special occasions.
Just now, many of you made a sad, pitiful noise thinking of me and my Lean Cuisine in front of the television. But your pity is misplaced. Most nights, I come home and cook something lovely and eat on a table, with a placemat and a complete set of cutlery. It’s true that I don’t have a wickedly large repertoire and that I rarely make large bunches of food (because, if that chicken I found that was dated 2003 is any indication, my freezer is a wasteland), but it’s healthy and nobody ever argues with the chef. There are hardly ever any coarse words at all, since it’s just me.
You may now be saying to yourself, “She would be so much happier cooking for someone else.” Maybe - I do like to cook and I don’t experiment with soup as much as I would like (because it’s hard to make soup for one effectively). But my way is ok, too. To the list of people on Facebook that thought a cookbook on Vegan cooking for one was sad I answer - I would rather cook for one happy single person than two people that feel forced to eat together.
And, when I am very lazy, my single gal meal consists of tea (always), pepperoni, cheese, olives and pickles. Then I get a headache from all of the salt. Bon appetit!