I didn’t say that was the only thing I miss about marriage. My ex was and is a talented, strong, lovely woman. But boy could she cook and bake!
I actually do have a few other talents than writing, but every attempt at cooking ends in dismal failure. And cooking for one and eating alone are joyless. Who wants to eat alone? That’s food masturbation.
So I live on largely unhealthy, weird, convenient stuff, purely utilitarian. I don’t enjoy it, I just get it over with.
On Fathers Day. I’m meeting my kids at my ex’s house. A taste of the past: real food! Then, back to frozen burritos. :)