I tend to go through phases. There was the shopping addiction, the year I was obssessed with knitting, my rock climber days, the time I took up painting, and let’s not forget that awful time when people had to see me in pink tights and a leotard when I tried to learn ballet. Some of these things stick around and some of them are quickly forgotten as I pick up some other ridiculous hobby. The one phase that I miss most though is my crazy gardening and cooking phase.

I took up gardening a couple years back because I had the space for it and I wanted to grow the food I ate. I knew it was a weird thing to decide to do even then, but I really took pride in my homegrown herbs and vegetables. What I loved most though was being able to whip together all kinds of amazing meals for my boyfriend and my close friends. One of my roommates during that phase used to call me Becca Crocker because every time he walked into the kitchen I’d be chopping, mixing, dicing and sauteing like a mad woman (of course, with a glass of wine always at arm’s length).

This was one of those phases I thought was going to last forever. I loved coming up with creative ideas for dinner and seeing the surprise on people’s faces when I told them I’d made everything from my garden. But when Tony left me it was one of the first things to go. I couldn’t bring myself to cook a full meal just for one person. There was always too much leftover and it was depressing to remember that I used to cook for him every night and now there was nobody else at the table with me. People told me I should still do it for me, that I didn’t need someone else to cook for, blah, blah, blah. Those are easy things to say, but not easy things to follow through on when you don’t even feel like eating half the time and you definitely don’t feel like preparing a gourmet meal. So, for the past year I’ve been eating a lot of junk. There has been a lot of Mac N Cheese and pasta in my life throughout the last year.

Then, this weekend I rediscovered my love for cooking. I’ve lived in my apartment for two months and haven’t cooked a single meal there yet. It’s kind of depressing, really. But this weekend my hiking partner came down from Sonora and stayed with me for a couple of days. Since I knew I was having company, I figured I should have more in my refrigerator than a bunch of Propel Fitness Waters, wine, and milk. I went to the grocery store and stocked up on fruits, vegetables, and stuff to make easy meals. I only made two meals while he was visiting because we were so busy the rest of the time, but it reminded me how much I used to love chopping up vegetables and making something from scratch. I made my own salad dressing and pasta sauces, just like I used to and I was really glad that I still remembered how to do it.

Now I’ve got enough food to cook myself dinner for the rest of the week and I’m excited to start experimenting again. Last night I cooked Brussels sprouts for only the second time ever (the first time they turned out terribly), and they were actually pretty decent. I had the girls over for dinner, wine, and of course lots of gossip. Maybe I don’t need someone else to cook for after all. Because, really, the best part about cooking for one is the leftovers – lunch the next day with minimal effort sounds fab to me. 🙂

Now I just need to get on that offer from Christa to use her backyard as my own personal vegetable garden…