I know what this woman is thinking. I’ve been there. I even have an emerald chiffon dress. I don’t have the Pryce chair. Yet. She’s thinking, “I am home alone.” If she’s like me, she loves big family dinners, as well as pot-au-feu for two. But it’s a rare treat to have the house entirely to yourself. What next? Quiet meditation? A hot soak in the tub? Guilty-pleasure chick flicks? Perhaps. A no-rules menu? Absolutely. No witnesses. No mandates. It’s all good (but not necessarily healthy).
Here’s what I’m considering for my home alone dining experience…
Cereal for dinner is not depressing. It’s freeing. After all, even Cheerios is a happy name. Home alone, I like to dress up my grains with berries and nuts and well-chilled coconut milk all-together in a pretty bowl. Need inspiration? Get thee to Pinterest!
#2 BREAKFAST FOR DINNER
It’s also okay to think outside the (cereal) box. Breakfast is probably my favorite meal, but mornings are so hurried. Who has time for a Leave It to Beaver breakfast? So, forget the clock and break some eggs for supper. P.S. Why not make breakfast-for-dinner exceptionally pretty. Pinterest has loads of inspiration.
#3 GRILLED CHEESE + TOMATO SOUP
May I introduce you to two of my favorite brands? Not Chanel. Not Hermès. Not even Homeware. They’re Campbell’s and Velveeta, my comfort-food brands of choice. While grilled cheese and tomato soup (from a can) should not be an everyday occurrence, it’s a perfect private pleasure. Again, thanks, Pinterest!
#4 JUST DESSERTS
Do you tend to save the best for last? This can result in what I call dessert deficiency. While it may be an admirable healthy-eating strategy, everyone deserves a little bit of sugar. So, if it’s just you tonight, cut to the chase and start with dessert. Ina Garten’s Baba au Rhum demands first billing. Bravo!
#5 MAKE RESERVATIONS
Finally, if you crave community, home alone is no place to be. In this case, the thing to make is reservations. I love Suzanne Lenzer’s recount of a solo dinner she shared with Virginia Woolf in 1989. If you’re scratching your head, yes, Virginia, the article recounts a young woman’s dinner with a great novel as her companion. Mrs. Woolf died in the early 1940s. The denouement: eating out alone is a treat!