The first question came as we sat down in the kitchen for something to eat.
I’d just moved into the ‘new’ apartment and was still trying to figure out where everything was. Fortunately, there was almost nothing, I had my own cutlery, my own salt and pepper mills, even my own little frying pan. Simple is best when travelling
The stove was a simple two hob affair, but enough for cooking at home, maybe even some light ‘entertaining’, but probably not too many dinners, though.
“you live alone, right?” she asked. I knew where this was going, I’d heard it many times before. “you’ve probably done this hundreds of times, all around the world, haven’t you? You must have so many recipes for single living, Im sure of it…”
That word “singleton” made it sound like you were sad, lonely and sometimes ate cat food after midnight when your cat wasn’t watching. I tried to play it smart and cool: “yeah, I’m alone, but never lonely…”
“and you cook, right? I mean, I’ve seen what you do, you cook a LOT!”
“I suppose I do – what about it” In my mind her next question was already forming before she’d even asked it
“So, do you ever, you know, just eat, straight from the frying pan, without putting it on the plate?”
I suppose it was an obvious question, and I wasn’t offended: “No, never. Go and wash your hands,let’s eat…”