Friday, July 10, 2009

Pasta for One

It's official. Somehow in the last for years I have become incapable of living on my own. I'm wracking my brain and trying to think... did I used to cook myself meals? did I sit alone and stare at my toes for hours on end? who did the ironing?

and then it comes to me!

I used to have smoothies for dinner and the occasional splurge on Mac n' Cheese. I used to go to kickboxing every night and then pop down to DC and hang out with Rachel. I didn't own an iron.

There's a lesson in there somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I think it involves wrinkly clothes.

But no time to ponder, I'm off to eat my dinner which doesn't quite fit on the plate.

I really just don't know how to cook for one

(or how to use tupperware, apparently)

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of the stalking kind