One of the joys of being single

One thing about not being married is that I can cook whatever I want. I don’t have to change a recipes because there are mushrooms in it or eating chicken too often or worrying about adding spices. All things my ex did not like and that I had to manoeuvre around at supper time. This week, I made chicken, seafood pizza filled with stuff he doesn’t like, and planning on more chicken with tonnes and tonnes of mushrooms. Sounds good to me!

I just have to make what I like and I don’t have to worry about anyone else. Or I can have a late snack in the afternoon and not worry about not preparing any supper if I’m not hungry later, which is something I never did when I was married. I won’t have to ask my husband if he doesn’t mind me making a pot of my stinky soup because it’s made with cumin and he doesn’t like the smell of it, let alone the taste of it. Or cooking the mushrooms separately just for me because he can’t stand them or omitting them altogether. Or passing on recipes that are spicy or that are different from what we usually have.

My son is still at the age where you can give him anything and he will eat it, with the exception of a few things, which he just picks off his plate. I have never really cooked things according to his tastes; he just gets what put in front of him. Although, he is starting to develop likes and dislikes lately. We’ll see how that goes in the future.

The only down side to this is the portions. Cooking a fabulous dinner for one (or one and a half) does not always seem to be worth it. I do love cooking for a crowd. But then again, if you consider who you are cooking for in the first place (which is me and my son every other week) then we are totally worth every minutes of that time spent in the kitchen.

I guess I will also have to alter the amounts I buy at the grocery store. Steak for one please! I won’t have to buy tons of cheese anymore either. I will never buy another can of baked beans again (I’m sorry but they are just nasty!). And I will never have pancakes for supper ever again. I’m really not a breakfast kind of person, at any time of the day.

Cheers!