Last week, my boyfriend bought 5 plumcots (a mixture between a plum and apricot) and didn’t eat any. Then he went out of town for a couple of days, leaving me with slightly overripe fruit and no one to cook for. I don’t know why cooking dinner suddenly becomes so much less appealing when someone else isn’t there. I certainly don’t cook solely to please him- I love cooking, I love eating good food! So why is it so hard to make something when you’re alone? Actually, my instinct was to eat cereal for dinner or to undertake a huge culinary project like making ravioli from scratch or various fancy breads, but I figure it was nicer to share those things.
One of my main issues with moving to Calgary was the fact that I would have to experience a real winter once again. While London and Vancouver are not reknowned for having the best weather (can someone say overcast and rainy?) I really didn’t find either city to be as bad as most people would like to have you believe. I could wear real shoes, my parka was completely useless, and I didn’t need to wear a ski mask walking around the city (yes, I was known to do this all the time during the winter in Montreal. It’s a little scary, but it’s also a lot cold!). So, as October creeps to an end and it is already below zero at night, I am trying to embrace the impending freezing next few months.