Saturday afternoon. I am grocery shopping with my friend Peter, something we do from time to time after hiking. We’re loitering in Seafood, leaving threads of dirt from our boots wherever we walk. We each hold a service number.

“I’m thinking stuffed shrimp. A drip of lemon-butter. I make a mean lemon-butter sauce. Broccoli and brown rice," he says. Peter brags about his cooking about as often as the average man pulls on boxers. “Pretty special for a night in, huh?”

"Why go to all that trouble?" I say, "I know he doesn't have a date tonight because we traded dating stories trudging up the mountain. He gives me a look. “I’m having a date. With myself,” he says. “I put on a little music to cook by, set the table, pour myself a vodka tonic, and experience the Peter magic. “Try it sometime.”

“Number twelve,” says a voice from behind the fish counter. 

“Come for dinner tonight,” he says, turning to give his order. "I'll take some of that flounder. Enough for two."

"Nope, but thanks," I say. I'm staying in. With myself."

Woman eats alone Cooking tips for one
Treat yourself to a special at home dinner for one.
Don't forget that glass of wine — or a gin and tonic,
if that's your drink.