I was so lucky with my husband. He loved my cooking, and I sort of, 'lived to cook'.
So after our three grown up children had all started independent living,
we went to live in France, so that I could experience their cuisine methods first hand.
Sadly, he died three months ago; and now I just can't be bothered to cook for one.
How I miss the fun of our meals together.
I find the supermarkets don't sell fresh foodstuffs in portions suitable for a single meal, and find myself left, at the end of the week, with lots of past their 'eat by' bits and bobs. Even home made soup palls after a few weeks, and the freezer is bulging at the seams.
I should explain that I haven't a car, so I have my week's shopping delivered by Tesco.
I find that if I order, for example one or two carrots, they send me the largest ones they can find. The record was a leek that weighed in at twenty ounces.
Anyway, I would so love to have my DH back, tucking in, full of glee again.