Last night marked a full week– hm, maybe longer?– of me cooking at home. Kind of a deal, since I’ve been going out/ordering in for the better part of the past two years. Verily lost whatever menial cooking skills I might have been able to claim, you know, back then.

Anyhoo. Last night’s fare: Cut okra, lightly sauteed in butter and garlic, atop a bowl of brown rice with a splash of soy sauce and lemon. I loved it. Devoured it.

And I realized. When I have no one else to feed, dining alone, my tastes are actually quite simple. Provincial, even. My dinner for one: Esoterically tasty, modest, easy– but just as filling.

Hm.

Now I challenge you to try to fit that into my sex/food theory. ;)