One of the loneliest times of the day for me is dinnertime. Eating alone day after day is one of the biggest downers of the single life. Not that I don't go out with friends on a regular basis. I do. And not that it really impacts me all that much in my day to day life. It doesn't. Just that sharing a meal seems like one of the most basic forms of human connection and eating alone most of the time is a frequent reminder of a void.
Before this gets too maudlin, I'm also in the mood to share because I've been in a serious cooking mood this summer and I want to show the world (who knows how long it will last). Here are a couple of recent dinners. Nothing fancy, but it feels good to share with others, even virtually.
Blueberry buttermilk pancakes (from scratch) with real maple syrup.
Quinoa with eggs, cheese, salsa, cilantro, and avacado. A newly discovered favorite.
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