M was away at a meeting, so I was left alone for dinner. And I was at a loss. I used to be very comfortable with eating alone. I could sit in a public place with a big platter of food in front me, and I wouldn’t care if people stared. But that was when I was single.
This sounds cliché but ever since I dated M, I enjoyed eating a lot more and I grew to appreciate food. I no longer eat to live, I live to eat. That’s when M is around for meal times.
When M is away, unless I have my family or friends with me, I lose my appetite. There’s no point cooking for one and there’s hardly any reason to put an effort into making the meal a good one. There’s no one to share the joy of dining with, so I often eat rather plainly when left to my own devices.
This evening, I stood at the mid-island in my kitchen, feeling a little lost and uncreative. So I reached for our stock of soba noodles, and made myself a bowl in tap-water-esque soup. I just couldn’t be bothered to even add soy sauce to the dashi soup base. I made this in ten minutes, and finished it in three.
Mehhhh, I don’t like to eat alone. And yes, The Pleasure Monger does have uninspiring meals.