Cookbooks are my form of comfort “food.” With beautiful food-tography and mouthwatering recipes, what’s not to love? And, believe it or not, cookbooks are ultimately designed to be all about me – the reader! Except, I don’t have a family of four, six, eight or twelve. (Sidebar – does anyone have a family of 12 these days?)
Tempting though it may be, I don’t need a pot of Beef Burgundy for 18. Well, not really anyway! I am, after all, only one mouth to feed, and nutritionists the world over seem to insist that I, as a lone chef, should resist temptation, throw caution to the wind, and eat like a single! So weird…
“But what about all those beautiful cookbooks,” I ask? Surely, the cooking world is not off limits to little ole me just because I’m all by my lonesome self?!
Well, not anymore! I am determined to dust off my cookbook collection in an effort to shrink the great big family recipe down to a singular feast that increases my culinary curb appeal the only way I know how – by cooking for me…and only me. I will resist the urge to make 18 muffins for my neighbor, whose name I cannot remember, but who I am fairly certain is now offended that I thought she could even eat 18 muffins. I will no longer throw random (family) dinner parties just to reassure myself that my stove does, in fact, still work. But above all, I will no longer hide behind the kraft box of shame just because I’m single. I got skills. I can make a me mac-n-cheese if I want to.
Cooking for one is all about simplicity. It’s about using what you have on hand (even if the recipe insists on Japanese Daikon Radishes. No No, Mr. Cookbook Man, I’m fairly certain my little red french friend will work just as well as your garden Japanese variety, thank you very much!). But most of all, it’s about creativity.
This is my kitchen diaries for singles. So break open a demi-bottle of wine, have a conversation with your food, and enjoy these comfortable recipes aimed at the single foodie in all of us. Welcome to The Comfy Kitchen.