I live alone (and some of you are saying "good thing !" We'll tend to you later.
Have you ever heard people --particularly women -- say, "Hmph. I go out to eat, because there's no one there but me, and...well... I hate to cook for just me."
NEWSFLASH! I love
to cook for just me. Not that I'm a gourmet chef or anything (ha!) but there is something soothing and refreshing to me, when I cook -- even if there's no one here but me. You know? I cook what I want, how I want, to my taste -- no one else to appease right then, and no one to complain if it's "not right." A totally
self indulgent experience!
Maybe it's because I haven't had to cook for people all my life, or maybe it's just because I'm a man, but cooking makes me feel better, especially when I'm in a funk, and I usually figure about about the time I notice I've got a bunch of food on the counter and a couple of pans heating up on the stove... like tonight :-)AND.... THE MESSIER THE BETTER!!!
Man, pull out the pan -- two or three pans! Grab the chicken, or steak or whatever (not fish...ugh)... Get the bag of flour -- I love those little flour mushroom clouds when I sit the bag down to hard. Turn the heat up, throw some Canola oil in there, slice up some onions and throw them in (it doesn't really matter what's coming in next. LOL)
. Slice up whatever meat I took out, sprinkle some seasoning on it. BE ADVENTUROUS! Don't look until after you've sprinkled!!!! - okay; maybe I'm just kidding about that one
. Put some string beans in the other pan -- oh heck, add some corn -- get it all heated up, serve it up on my plate... and sit down and....relaxxxxxxxxxxxxx and enjoy my creation. Yup, just for me.
And if I'm really on a roll, when I'm done cooking and eating I've already cleaned up the counters and the dishes (at least hidden them away in the dishwasher, but I usually wash them by hand!), wipe down the cabinets being careful hunt down all that flour I mushroomed out earlier, and... ease my now full tummy down into the chair of my choice (either my computer chair or the couch to look out my sliding glass doors or, if I'm in the mood, my nice, soft leather arm chair that's situated perfectly amidst the surround sound to listen to some smmmmooooooth jazz) with a nice bottle of room temperature Poland Spring water and... aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Life is good. Yup... just for me.
And then I sit here and write this blog entry so my friends know..."yup... he's weird." But it's okay. I feel better, and that was that was for anyway.
Have an awesome day. I'm going to go pay some bills now, and have some REAL fun! LOL.