It’s been nearly three decades since there were just two of us at home. Back then, in those early days, we had jobs with odd hours and a love of eating out, so that’s what we did.
We eventually became a family of five. Eating out was on the back burner, and there wasn’t a slow cooker recipe or hot dish I wouldn’t try to make our meals (and money) go further. We bought meat in bulk and shopped at warehouse stores; volume was baked into my culinary DNA. The cooking-for-the-masses mentality I possess is still a running joke in the family.
Now, with the last kid a college freshman, we’re empty nesters and back to where we started. We still have jobs with odd hours and enjoy eating out, but my love of cooking (and its dual function as a stress reliever) has me recalibrating the way I shop and operate in the kitchen for a party of two.
I lament that good bread isn’t sold in half loaves, make lasagna in loaf pans now and am more diligent about preparing meals with leftovers that freeze well.