I originally left to work on writing a cookbook. However, I ended up getting separated and am now nearing the end of a divorce.
I really didn't think that living alone would affect my cooking at all. I cooked for two when I was married, so how different could it be to cook for one? I learned quickly that it's a LOT different!
At first I lived mainly on defrosted meals from Trader Joe's. In the area I live, that really is the best option for prepared meals. It was convenient during the time that I spent nearly every free moment packing, reorganizing and planning for the move.
But it got old fast. The food was tasty and convenient; but there isn't much variety, and it doesn't taste like home. So I grabbed fast food one night. Easy peasy. So easy that it got old as well.
And so I've started cooking again. The hardest part is having to do everything myself, because when you live alone there is no animal known as "you cook and I'll clean". But even that is a small price to pay for how much better I feel when I do cook.
Cooking had always cleared my head. The routine tasks like chopping veggies give me time to think that is beneficial and productive in way that thinking while going for a walk or sitting quietly is not. It's also a creative outlet, and sometimes even an outlet for frustration if pulverizing anything to bits is involved.
But mostly it makes me feel good. Emotionally and physically.
What I've been making most lately is comfort food and long-standing favorites. Things like tortilla soup and quiche and chicken Alfredo.
Tonight I made salmon patties, greens, corn and sourdough bread broiled with butter and parm. It was delicious and so very worth it.