Just one small step for a woman...
There was a time when I LOVED cooking. And I did an awful lot of it. Dinner parties were often. Every week I would experiment with new recipes and ingredients. And everything was always wonderful. I enjoyed it all. The planning of the food, the cooking and preparation, but mostly I enjoyed the sharing of it with others.
Many years of singledom has meant that I don't cook so often for others anymore. Combinations of the finances involved in fancy dinners, availability of friends who are not committed to children and long-distance friendships, have all contributed in part to the waning of the feasting.
I used to still maintain the fervour of cooking for myself - for quite a while - but now it all feels too hard. Meals have become more laboured, and honestly, they just don't taste as good as they used to.
So it is with much shame that I admit my final degeneration. I have, after many many years of always preparing everything from scratch*, bought one of those packets of flavouring to which one is instructed (by the handy pictures on the rear), what ingredients are required to make the "delicious" meal presented on the front of the packet. I was embarrassed purchasing it. I felt embarrassed cooking it. I am only
one small step away from buying frozen dinners. What have I become? And importantly, how do I turn back from the face of Hell?
*Pasta (including tortellini - hand chopped), pastries, all manner of sauces, jams, pickles.......