Living alone means cooking many meals a week for one
person. And let’s face it: (a) most recipes are designed for huge proportions
in the first place, and (b) most of us tire of a dish for six to 12 people long
before we can eat the entire dish.
While it may seem strange, I
choose the week of Valentine’s Day, a special day set aside each year just for
lovers, to begin a series of devoted to cooking meals for just one or two
people. In response to many requests from my readership, that is precisely what
I am going to do.
Every time I see someone at the grocery store stocking
up on television dinners, frozen meals made for one and any number of other
pre-prepared foods, I conclude that person is either raising a family on
pre-cooked and fast foods (how sad) or lives alone. There is a third
possibility—that soul simply doesn’t know how to cook, such as the assistant Rick hired to help me when I was catering. Why would
someone apply for a job as an assistant cook while not knowing even how to turn
on the oven? Beats me, but that is another bag of worms to be opened another
day.