Cooking for One

I came to my own personal epiphany today regarding cooking for one. I actually like cooking, but when it comes to cooking for myself, I have NO interest. In fact, I just don't do it. I really can't stand it. And today I think I figured out why. In the "other world" (where people are married or live with families) someone either has the job of being the person who works in an office, off-site, all day long, fighting the traffic, and coming home. And the other person has the job of working at home all day and preparing the meals. (Please note the ever PC way of making it clear that BOTH parties are doing equal amounts of work.) But back to my point. Its been engrained in us since our first day of kindergarten when we came home to a snack prepared by mom, that when we leave the house to work, someone will be at home to feed us. But now all of a sudden, here in the world where no one prepared us for life as a singleton, nobody cooks for us. Nobody told us the day we graduated from "dependent" to "Singleton" that part of that transition requires doing it all by yourself. Of course, we subconciously knew all of this. We knew that we had to pay the bills, clean the bathroom, buy the groceries, etc all by ourselves. But somehow, here at age nearly 31, its very different from when I was 24. When I was 24 I was still willing to think that Ramen noodles mixed with cooked frozen peas was actually a decent dinner. And I ate it out of the pot, naturally. But now at nearly 31, I have become slightly Ramen adverse. And frozen peas hold even less appeal now than they did then. I actually want real meals. But years of sensitizing have taught me that if I have worked hard away from home, someone is supposed to cook me a good meal when I get home! And now as I grow up and work harder and harder, the more I need that good meal at home. Ramen and peas are not going to fuel my current lifestyle. I need real food. But I have to cook it myself. And that just sucks.