Being by myself now I tend to eat a lot of the same stuff. I usually cook once or twice a week then repeat that meal. Monday I made a pasta dish in the insta pot. Had enough left overs for 3 meals. Two went into the freezer for next week and one I had on Wednesday. On Tuesday I made pork chops in the slow cooker. Then had those left overs on Thursday. Today is Friday and I have some frozen cod in the freezer. Fish and Chips and a cold beer later.
Don’t really eat anymore. I mean I eat because my body says “hey dummy – I need food” but for the most part I live on coffee, water, tea and whatever’s handy. My son will take me out for lunch or dinner once a month and I’ll eat an actual meal. Once or twice a month I find the energy to actually cook what my daughters call “real food” but I mean…what’s the point? He’s not here to ask me what’s for dinner, or what do I want for dinner. He’s not here to eat the meal with. He’s not here. So what’s the point of it?
My John loved to cook and family meals were very important to him. Once he had to retire, he would do all of the shopping and cooking for us, which was awesome! I miss not having to be responsible for dinner and having someone express their love in that way.
The conversations – about our daughter, our jobs, our adventures plan, our creative projects together, our friends, her loser family, our cats, and sometimes our hopes and dreams. Ordinary moments that seemed so insignificant then that would be so precious now.
Mike was a phenomenal cook, who loved good food. We spent a lot of money on fresh vegetables and top shelf meat. But he didn’t have life insurance, and when he died, I was left paying the mortgage on a single income. I had to slash my grocery budget down to an eighth of what it was. Now I cook an instant-pot type meal twice a week, and make each last multiple days. Food just isn’t a priority past fueling.
I miss my partner at meals because in general so many of our family meals were revolved around his heart healthy and renal diet. It’s so hard to even cook anything right now as cooking feels like a very unexpected trigger which I didn’t expect. We also ALWAYS had dinner as a family with no phones and just were together. It’s so weird not seeing him sitting at the head of the table in the chair he always sat in. We still have the family meals at the same time at the table, but if it weren’t for the kids, I honestly wouldn’t.
I’m a pastry chef. Working in tech now…but always a pastry chef at heart. My husband loved to eat my food, and I loved to cook for him. It’s how I show my love. But like many women I know…I felt a little unhappy about the unequal division of labor on the home front. So I taught my husband how to cook. And he loved it! He would take over making dinners and lunches for me. Shooing me out of the kitchen! HE was so proud of himself…and I was so proud of him too. His dishes were delicious. He made an apricot chickpea tagine that was my favorite. I miss the reveal of dinner. Seeing what he had been working on…or me revealing to him what I had prepared. I miss enjoying the feast together, talking about the day, and laughing together. I miss every mundane moment of married life with my husband because they were magic and the best moments of my life shared with another human being.
I did all the cooking and serving of meals at our house, now I don’t even feel like cooking. I just look for something quick and easy and only eat three times a day because you are supposed to.
JohnO-2 says
Posted on August 19, 2022 0
Being by myself now I tend to eat a lot of the same stuff. I usually cook once or twice a week then repeat that meal. Monday I made a pasta dish in the insta pot. Had enough left overs for 3 meals. Two went into the freezer for next week and one I had on Wednesday. On Tuesday I made pork chops in the slow cooker. Then had those left overs on Thursday. Today is Friday and I have some frozen cod in the freezer. Fish and Chips and a cold beer later.
Akee says
Posted on August 17, 2022 0
I miss getting teased for being vegetarian; he was all carnivore. He would say mas vicha (more for me)
Oursl says
Posted on August 13, 2022 0
Don’t really eat anymore. I mean I eat because my body says “hey dummy – I need food” but for the most part I live on coffee, water, tea and whatever’s handy. My son will take me out for lunch or dinner once a month and I’ll eat an actual meal. Once or twice a month I find the energy to actually cook what my daughters call “real food” but I mean…what’s the point? He’s not here to ask me what’s for dinner, or what do I want for dinner. He’s not here to eat the meal with. He’s not here. So what’s the point of it?
ChasidyB says
Posted on August 8, 2022 1
My John loved to cook and family meals were very important to him. Once he had to retire, he would do all of the shopping and cooking for us, which was awesome! I miss not having to be responsible for dinner and having someone express their love in that way.
heartbroken artist says
Posted on August 7, 2022 0
The conversations – about our daughter, our jobs, our adventures plan, our creative projects together, our friends, her loser family, our cats, and sometimes our hopes and dreams. Ordinary moments that seemed so insignificant then that would be so precious now.
JulieJ says
Posted on August 7, 2022 0
Mike was a phenomenal cook, who loved good food. We spent a lot of money on fresh vegetables and top shelf meat. But he didn’t have life insurance, and when he died, I was left paying the mortgage on a single income. I had to slash my grocery budget down to an eighth of what it was. Now I cook an instant-pot type meal twice a week, and make each last multiple days. Food just isn’t a priority past fueling.
JadeB says
Posted on August 6, 2022 0
I miss my partner at meals because in general so many of our family meals were revolved around his heart healthy and renal diet. It’s so hard to even cook anything right now as cooking feels like a very unexpected trigger which I didn’t expect. We also ALWAYS had dinner as a family with no phones and just were together. It’s so weird not seeing him sitting at the head of the table in the chair he always sat in. We still have the family meals at the same time at the table, but if it weren’t for the kids, I honestly wouldn’t.
Vanessa L says
Posted on August 6, 2022 0
I’m a pastry chef. Working in tech now…but always a pastry chef at heart. My husband loved to eat my food, and I loved to cook for him. It’s how I show my love. But like many women I know…I felt a little unhappy about the unequal division of labor on the home front. So I taught my husband how to cook. And he loved it! He would take over making dinners and lunches for me. Shooing me out of the kitchen! HE was so proud of himself…and I was so proud of him too. His dishes were delicious. He made an apricot chickpea tagine that was my favorite. I miss the reveal of dinner. Seeing what he had been working on…or me revealing to him what I had prepared. I miss enjoying the feast together, talking about the day, and laughing together. I miss every mundane moment of married life with my husband because they were magic and the best moments of my life shared with another human being.
Akee says
Posted on August 5, 2022 0
We would share. I really can’t cook but we would try new things anyway.
StevenB says
Posted on August 5, 2022 0
I did all the cooking and serving of meals at our house, now I don’t even feel like cooking. I just look for something quick and easy and only eat three times a day because you are supposed to.