At a dinner party I attended recently, the host’s mother brought out a lavish first course that she’d prepared for her son’s guests. After complimenting her, she told me that since living alone she never cooks for herself. That surprised me given her talent, and I immediately responded, why not? Who is there better to cook for? It proves that you’re loved. I’m not sure she agreed. Regular readers of FPS will know that I wasn’t being glib. I believe it and I live it and I hope you do, too.
Contest update: Apologies for the delay in announcing the winner. There’s been a shortage of books from the publisher, which I hope will be sorted out by next week.
Knitted comfort food by Jessica Dance
Wendy – I love your sentiment of cooking for yourself and I wish I could get into the groove of it. I do make nice meals for myself occasionally, but certainly not as much as I should. I am going to try to make it a point in the next few weeks though as my work travel schedule has slowed down some.
Busy work schedules make it hard. But I say at least put the take out food on a nice plate.
I don’t savor cooking the way many others do. For me, cooking is part of the larger experience of spending time with people I care about. Because of this, I see cooking as being much more fun when I’m sharing the fruits of my labor with others. Cooking for just myself isn’t all that fun to me.
I love cooking for people. But I try to direct that same impulse towards myself, as well.