i am getting used to cooking for one. for the past several years there was always someone to cook for... my sister, my brother in law, my friends who sleep over, my ex...
these days it's just me, and although i can argueably say that sometimes i eat enough for two, generally i just cook for one.
it takes a lot of adjusting. this morning i tried cooking about 3 tablespoons of rice (half a rice cooker cup) for my lunch. i burst out laughing when i looked into the rice cooker. there, at the bottom of the pan, was half an inch of cooked rice. the lot looked lonely. but i was surprised that they actually filled my lunch box. it appealed somewhat to my twisted sense of order--imagine 3 tablespoons of uncooked rice is to one lunch box of cooked rice!
there are rules to follow in cooking for one, i suppose. halve recipes for two, think in terms of teaspoons and tablespoons instead of cups, buy tiny versions of onions and garlic and other vegetables, never ever buy by the kilo, etc. etc. etc.
i have this niggling feeling that soon i'll be feeling bereft eating by myself. but it's not happening just yet. right now i guess i'm just enjoying cooking for one. a party of one.