It took me a year to stop cooking like I still made daily meals for my family. I continued to cook like they would drop in or call and I wanted the apartment to smell like home so that they knew how much I loved them, so that they remembered me.
But I got sick of all the leftovers. So I’d eat apple pie or blueberry kringle instead of warmed up Moroccan chicken. And my belly began to blossom.
Enough, I said to myself, and asked Google to share “cooking for one” recipes.
I still have leftovers. But just for one.
But I got sick of all the leftovers. So I’d eat apple pie or blueberry kringle instead of warmed up Moroccan chicken. And my belly began to blossom.
Enough, I said to myself, and asked Google to share “cooking for one” recipes.
I still have leftovers. But just for one.
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