The decline of the meal

It has been a few weeks since I've been flying solo around dinnertime. It has been an eye opening experience.

I had thought I was rediscovering the joy of cooking this year. I frequently planned a week of meals. My fridge was overflowing. I experimented with meat, adjusted recipes, and bought a good knife.

But since I've lost my appreciative audience/best dish-washer ever, I've returned to my old ways.

Tonight, my post school dinner was: the two bites of Italian sausage, peppers and onions left over from yesterday, paired with a bit of bread to sop up the sauce; followed by a sugar-free-ish ice cream bar; and all capped of with a bowl of hummus, some cucumber and grape tomatoes.

I may completely revert to a tapas only life-style. My left-overs-for-lunch may be a thing of the past.