I love to cook. Most times I'll settle for something simple (e.g. cereal) but occasionally I'll get the urge to bust out my cutlery and cooking-ware and make something "fancier."
Part of my hesitation comes from not having someone to cook for. Not just a significant other, just... someone. I'd be happy to even feed a roommate one in a while. Most of my friends have different schedules and my sporadic inner chef doesn't plan who to invite.
Portions become math "problems" since it's only me in this hole-in-the-wall apartment. Recipes are usually adjusted and recalculated. I sometimes wish there was a single person's cookbook.
Today I was fortunate enough to share my culinary creations with my friend Frances. Things tasted a whole lot better with good company.
The menu? Pisto (Spanish ratatouille) on top of tilapia, roasted potatoes with rosemary and shallots, and shepherd's pie in a gluten-free crust (courtesy of lovely Frances).
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