Cooking for one

One thing I miss from my single years is just cooking for myself. A chicken breast, salad and maybe some veggies. If I only wanted the chicken, no problem. And I never had to share. No one to stand in the kitchen and ask if he can have some, too. AND, when I buy he "special" food, it's there when I want it. Not gone because the hubby managed to find it first.

Macaroni and cheese. Chicken fingers. Spare ribs. Vegetable soup. And no sides if I don't want. No one to constantly ask what are we having for dinner that evening - or even lunch for that matter. No set hour for the evening meal either. I can eat when I want, as much as I want and what I want.

it's pure heaven.

But, alas, after a week, I am ready to have the husband back and start making the meals again.