
I used to believe that Kraft Dinner and hot dogs were an acceptable repertoire of tried and true recipes for those living alone. What’s the point in planning and slaving when only I will enjoy the meal? I’m not that picky and am easily satisfied by food. So why bother? Planning ahead to me, personally, is pointless. How the hell am I supposed to know that next Tuesday I’ll be in the mood for Tilapia with Mango Salsa and steamed Jasmine Rice? Unfortunately, quickie meals and take-out don’t exactly measure up on the healthiness scale. It’s easy to indulge in convenience because cooking for oneself can really suck.
Oh yeah, the Butter Chicken. So the label on the jar indicated that the given recipe shall yield 4 servings. I quickly looked behind each shoulder, wondering where these mysterious dinner guests were to consume the extra portions. Two servings would be perfect for a singleton and her workday lunches, but four? I was alone, save for my two cats whom, although I’m sure they would try to convince you otherwise, do not like Butter Chicken. So I had to use MATH (gasp!) in order to adjust the recipe to suit my needs.
“But think of all the leftovers!” You say. I hate them. I have no place in my heart for leftovers. I throw out more food each week that was intended for lunchtime consumption because I simply end up with TOO MUCH OF IT!
So I decided to combine the want of one serving meals with what little bit I’ve learned about cooking and came up with this blog. I try to test all of my recipes (and always indicate when I haven’t had a chance to). I want to keep things simple, inexpensive and relatively healthy. I am also highly imaginative and slightly eccentric, so some of my ideas are both exciting and weird.