I can cook. I'm not a chef by any means but I can take some ingredients and make them taste good. I know that this doesn't seem like a problem, being able to cook something should be better than being able to cook nothing. The problem is cooking for one, lacking any better way to describe it, totally fucking sucks. I'm not usually one to just make something up, although I have been known to make something out of whatever I have in the fridge. Fridge gathering usually yields one serving meals, and that's great but I don't want to fridge gather all the time. I want to plan my meals in advance. I want to go to the store, buy things to cook and cook them. After I do that I don't want to have to eat them for the rest of the week because it yielded six servings. I'm all about leftovers, I had left over tamales that I bought from Claudio, the tamale man, for dinner tonight but I don't want to make a casserole and then eat that same casserole for the next four days because it's just me and I eat lunch at work. A meatloaf is tasty, but by day three I'm sick of it's loafy goodness. Strew? Yum. Soup? Great. Same problem. I have some chicken breasts in the freezer that I'm sure I could do something with, but who wants to eat chicken five nights in a row.
Maybe I'm just feeling down because I've made online dating profiles and the process makes me hate life. Maybe I'm just sick of eating alone or eating the same things repeatedly. Being single has its downsides.
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