Cooking For One

I made stuffing tonight and ate out of the spoon I cooked with, dipping it back in the bowl for several servings.  Sounds strange, doesn't it?  I'm one of those clean cooks who would never think of dipping a spoon that's been in my mouth back into the serving bowl.  Such is the case of cooking for one.  It took a few moments for me to realize that no one else was going to eat it, and that it didn't matter if I ate right out of the serving bowl.   So I did.
Which brings me to the beauty of living alone.  Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have my husband back, but since that's not possible, living alone is the next best thing.  I love decorating the way I want the house to look.  I love staying up late and no one around to remind me of how I should go to bed.  I love dressing in horrible bed clothes, then crawling in bed with a black cap on my head.  And I love eating from a serving bowl with a spoon that's been in my mouth.
So the next time a friend or relative asks me when I'm going to get married again, I'll say, absolutely never.  I'm having too much fun.