Hug you! I understand you so well. And you are totally right, cooking for one is pointless to me, too.

Cooking for one is very important to me!

I learned to cook from my father, grandfather and a great-aunt who had trained at Cordon-Bleu in London. When, just as life was wonderful in every way, I found myself on my own and all alone (in the space of months cancer took both parents; heart attack took my boyfriend and husband-to-be). I lost interest in caring for myself for a time, until good friends gave me a shake and a reason to shape up.  

I abandoned the hateful city and moved back to rural Quebec, living all alone for now, and slowly getting back on track. And part of that is insisting on three sit-down meals every day, finding new recipes and trying new stuff. To me, it is part of re-establishing my self-respect, as well as reclaiming the things I used to enjoy doing.  I don't want to slide back down that slippery slope again!

I don't enjoy cooking for just myself as I did cooking for the three of us. And I know my mum dreads cooking for just herself when I go home again. But we do what me must. If I'm going to eat I want it to be something good. My health and age do not allow me survive on junk. I feel for you wuff because you have someone you want to cook for. He'll be home soon though not soon enough.

I seem to be in the minority here as I enjoy cooking for myself. To me it means that I'm taking care of myself and loving and appreciating myself. If you're feeling uninspired to take care of yourself, then think of it in this way, you're taking care of yourself for your loved ones, who want you healthy and happy. That I believe, makes a difference. I'm pretty sure Cris will appreciate you taking care of yourself from your GA brother

I come from a big family where you show your love by feeding yours. When we go to grandma her present for us is to make each one of us our favorite meal!

But I'm alone very week from Sunday night to Friday afternoon so I'm an alone eater.

The first year was hard. I'd come back to the apartment late - around 8.30pm - tired and with absolutely no désir to cook so the easy solution was pasta or rice with an egg or ham or grill sandwiches. Grocery was an absolute chore so when there was nothing in the fridge anymore I more than once had cereals for dinner. Its at that moment sitting on the couch in font of the tv I realized how sad it was.

Then I moved out, closer to the city center and change orientation to go to college so it meant less time in the bus and even less hours of classes.

I start cooking more, better, healthier meals, buying cooking items (my last was a soup maker that looks like an electric kettle). Now I take pleasure in trying new recipes of quiches, gratins, chicken, soup... From time to time my guilty pleasure is buying a big steak.

Every 2 weeks maybe I make crepes or waffles or cake and bring some to my neighbors.

So I guess I'm a bit like Victor in that I take pleasure in cooking for myself, I'm happy to eat good meals and I can later share my experience with mom or grandma, sometimes bringing to the parents a Tupperware of what I made.

But then I guess it's still different for you, knowing you have your someone you could cook for somewhere. I wish I'd have a someone to cook for too

Hug and if I'm not mistaken the end isn't so far away

Hug and if I'm not mistaken the end isn't so far away

another 9 nights....

thank you sweetie