Monday 8th August 2011
And back to normality, or what passes for it these days. One of the hardest things when one is single again, (and no, I have no intention of dipping my toes into that water ever again) is simply what to eat. After being a complete novice for years, my few adventures into culinary expertise while still at home had long since petered out. The same problem as now, when one has only oneself to cook for, really, what is the point. My mother was either not actually around, or even if she was, she seemed completely indifferent to anything I had cooked, so more often than not I would simply rustle up a sandwich or poach an egg on toast.
But when I met Jennifer and her crowd, and that wonderful first holiday in Tuscany I really discovered or uncovered my love for cooking. With Edward we always ate well, and I am not ashamed to admit to being a really reasonable cook. Following a recipe is after all only applied intelligence. Once one has mastered a few techniques and understands the terminology then it is only a case of following instructions. The mistake most people make is simply not to properly read the recipe in the first place. But now I can’t help feeling that there is no point anymore. So I trudge around Waitrose picking up and discarding ready meals for one. So it is back to poaching eggs, or heating up ready to eat soup. Funny how life goes round in circles.