Batch-cooking Smugness
For a few weeks I've been alone, at our home in Spain. My other-half is back in Scotland at the moment. I don't mind. I enjoy time to myself. In fact I believe it keeps a relationship healthy and less dependent on each other all the time. We've been together 24 years so something is working.
I find that when I am home-alone, my eating habits are poor; especially the evening meal. I enjoy cooking, but there's a certain chore to it when it's just for one.
If I look at the last ten days or so, I have either been out each evening to eat (with friends or alone), or resorted to some unfulfilling food at home. I usually resort to something like a piece of toast, or cornflakes, or a bowl of fruit. I take the view it fills a hole!
Smug
However, yesterday I had one of my industrious afternoons and decided to get my finger out and batch cook some meals-for-one.
I'm now feeling rather smug as I have decent, individual portioned, meals for the coming week, plus some in the freezer for future.
Quite why I decided to do it yesterday is impressive, given the temperature outside was 37C (99F). Having an electric oven and gas-stove running for a few hours did not help the indoor situation.
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