The Wifeacita will be gone a few days so I’m free food wise. The first two are fried fish and boiled live blue crabs, not strictly discouraged when she’s here but certainly not encouraged no matter the greatness of my preparation.
I’m thinking doing a mess of crabs the day before she gets back and making a creole sauce that she can eat after seven hours on the road. I’ll be eating crab all the time of course.
Same! The partner says “if I’m not home you’ll just eat cheese and bread”. I love nothing more!
But sometimes, when alone, I do cook things the partner doesn’t eat, such as liver, matjes herring, snails etc. And sometimes we eat 2 different things at the same time. Just because one doesn’t like something the other can’t eat it in their presence.
(John Hartley - a culinary patriot eating & cooking in Northwest England)
It’s always game of some sort. My companion in life doesnt get on with it too well, so it’s rarely cooked at home.
I’ve got a week coming up at the beginning of December. I definitely see roast mallard in a Chinese-ish style. And locally shot venison - I make a casserole witb some to eat then and some to freeze.
By the by, we have a similar, if reversed, situation to Presunto’s. I cook when I’m alone. She has bread and cheese (or Marmite on toast)
Same at our place. I do all the cooking here and am usually the one at home. The first night solo I usually make myself popcorn, liberally doused with Vermont cheddar cheese powder. I dub this “popcorn shakerato” because it’s dusted with cheese from a shaker.
For subsequent nights I don’t cook, or cook, as I please. The only rule I have on those nights is that there are no rules.
What my wife and I make when the other is gone is not very interesting. We each have our own tastes and dislikes. She makes even more fish than usual and more eggplant, zucchini, and squash. I use a bit more pasta and red meat than usual. Tastes.
I may have mentioned before that I recently made confit byaldi right from the movie Ratatouille for my wife on a special occasion. Lots of stuff I’m not particularly fond of but it was her day and is now a comfort food so I have to make it again. Given a mandolin surprisingly easy.