Eager to be the good neighbour, wanting to make sure she wasn’t lonely, I invited her over for dinner with me and my three small children.
She gave me such a look. ‘Why, uh, thanks … but you know, I think I’ll just stay in.’
‘No, but really, I have this big ham I was going to cook – ‘
She grinned. ‘But I was looking forward to it, actually. Sometimes you just need to curl up with a plate of scrambled eggs all by yourself. I never get to do that. It’s like heaven. You know what I mean?
Well, I didn’t until she said it. And there hasn’t been a day since then that I haven’t thought wistfully of that plate of solitary scrambled eggs.
~ Holly Hughes ‘Luxury’ in Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant: Confession of Cooking for One and Dining Alone