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Dinner for One

I think one of the hardest parts of being single is cooking for yourself. For a long time, I lived on frozen dinners but you can only eat those for so long. I craved made-fresh food.  I developed one recipe that I named Saturday Shrimp that is a great summer meal. And I can't wait for the weather to warm up so I can get back to perfecting my steak cooked on a grill. I had a plan one summer to do this but then a burn ban in my city ruined my fun. I vow to take up the cause as soon as the temperature cooperates. Until then, pasta seems to be the easiest thing to adjust for one.

The dish that I made tonight is cheese tortellini with pesto. The pasta came from the refrigerated section of my grocery store and the pesto from my freezer. At the end of the summer, I made a batch of pesto and put it into an ice cube tray until it froze then put the cubes into a freezer bag. I knew I wouldn't keep my basil plant alive through the winter (I performed last rites on it around Christmas time) so this is a a great way to have the taste of summer in January.

I had a big plate of delicious pasta (which I forgot to take a photo of until I was half done) and the feeling of accomplishment that even though it was dinner for one, I took the time to do something special for myself.


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