Empty Kitchen

I think we all know that food is a big part of my life and thus, the kitchen is probably one of my favourite places in the house. Cooking for me, is not always about sustenance but about reminiscing over days gone by while taking a sensory journey from the starting prep to the finished serving.

A part of the kitchen experience for me is missing now that I’m single.

I miss having someone to think about when cooking dinner. I miss packing lunches and slipping in little notes at the top. I miss having someone coming up behind me to embrace me by the waist or kiss my shoulder while I give dinner a stir. I miss sitting on the counter by the kitchen sink, talking to the designated dishwasher.

All these little things which make being in the kitchen even more rewarding. Sigh.

That said, I don’t regret staying single. Because as much as I miss all those moments, I know that they’re the most fulfilling when they’re with the right one who makes my heart beat in crazy tempos and leave my cheeks tingling over the littlest gestures. And so, I refuse to waste those precious future memories on the undeserving.

I will admit though, that one of the biggest indicators of me having the hots for someone is when I can’t stop thinking about cooking for them. And I’m driving myself absolutely batty at the moment. Argh.