about

Hello!

I am Meagan and I am single. Now, this isn’t a very extraordinary fact, or even the most interesting thing about me. I have been living on my own for almost one and half years. It doesn’t seem like a very long time, but that equals over four hundred meals I’ve had to make over that time. Granted, I don’t cook every day, but as cooking is something I love, I do it fairly regularly and mostly without too much drudgery.

So, it’s clear - I love cooking. Moreover, I just love food and cooking grants me the opportunity to make something I need to do into something I want to do. Eating will never be a chore, because, I believe, there’s too much of that in the world already. What has been of increasing interest to me is how being single has shaped the way I cook. I grew up in a family of four, where cooking was an everyday occurrence and something to be shared.  Learning to adjust to cooking just for one was challenging both mathematically and emotionally.

I thought I’d finally start this particular blog, because the idea just wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m faced with my singleness through food almost on a daily basis. So, this blog will talk about the practicalities of cooking for one, the little things I’ve learnt over time, which saves me both money and time. But, really, it’s about these two intersecting parts of my life. I cook because it generally brings me great joy. I’m often learning something new. Many times I fail miserably, but even this makes me happy. Being close to my heart, it is something I enjoy sharing with others. Most especially when I bake. Baking is meant for the masses. You can’t make just a slice of cake, can you? Even if you could, I wouldn’t want to do that anyway. There’s something grand and whimsical about baked goods. Almost everyone loves a good cake, except bad people, so it’s no hard task to find someone to take it off your hands.

There are those times when cooking has been a rather sad and lonely exercise. It’s a treat for me to sit in bed, after a long day, and drink a cup of hot chocolate. However, it does occasionally dawn on me that perhaps it would be nice to have someone sitting beside me drinking a cup of their own. Although I am aware that having no hot chocolate is much MUCH worse than having no one to share it with. I also believe it is a privileged sort of sadness, but I think part of being human is having those silly, nonsensical things called emotions.  And, luckily for me, my kitchen is rather accepting of that fact!