Tonight I made some delicious broccoli soup from veg grown in Kent and picked this morning*. As I was making it I reflected on the fact that I haven't cooked a proper meal in ages, and in fact I haven't done a 'weekly shop' since living alone again.
Much like gardening, the idea of a store cupboard and a weekly shop fall into the category of 'officially grown up' and I am beginning to think that it's never going to happen. Getting to Tesco and stocking up on a Saturday morning would be an entirely pointless exercise with the way my life works at the moment. I don't know whether I'm in, out, working late etc etc so it's hard to plan much at all. Sometimes I imagine myself as the kind of lone occupant who treats herself by rustling up a delicious supper for herself with some posh wine to accompany. But whilst I haven't yet descended to the depressing depths of microwave meals for one out of the freezer every night (in my head akin to Bridget Jones' fear of being eaten by Alsations), it's true that I conjure up some fairly eclectic combinations of food to get me through the week (noodles and cheddar anyone? or a tin of tomatoes with kidney beans heated up? mmm delicious).
WHY don't supermarkets do packs of one of nice, unprepared things like meat and fish??? it drives me crazy. I am one of those guilty people on the news yesterday who ends up throwing away way too much food. I feel bad, but why don't shops realise that lone diners don't always want a bloody ready meal?
The best thing about going to the supermarket is watching the people there and checking out the contents of (single male) baskets. Are they single? a parent? food freak? etc. I am certain I see other people doing it to me... but maybe I just imagine this in a desperate attempt to make myself feel better about my nosy and judgemental habits. One friend of mine took this to an extreme when she continued to log in to an ocado account she'd shared with an ex - not, of course, to spend his money on her food shop - but rather, to check out what he was buying and work out whether there was someone else on the scene (there wasn't)
* Anyway. that recipe for broccoli soup. Dead simple. Boil up some chicken stock, whack in a head of broc, cook till soft. whizz it up, mix in some yoghurt or creme fraiche and pepper, and top with a bit of cooked chopped chorizo or salami. be warned: it's actually quite addictive. if you like broccoli. watch out nigella...
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