Life · Healthy
On Eating Alone, Well
For years, eating alone meant eating quickly, standing over the sink, waiting for the real meal to happen with other people, later.
Somewhere in my thirties I decided to treat a solo dinner the way I'd treat a dinner with company — a plate instead of the pan, the table instead of the counter, the good glass instead of whichever one was closest.
Eating alone isn't the absence of a dinner party. It can be its own kind of occasion.
It didn't make the food taste different. It made the evening feel like mine, rather than something I was getting through until better company arrived.
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