And eat straight from the pot or pan, too…fewer dishes. Brad
Why dirty a pot or pan? I sometimes like to eat my little-bit-of-not-much straight from the can with a spoon! Then I rinse the spoon for reuse and rinse and recycle the can, pulling off the label to put that in the paper recycling. Since I live alone, nobody can possibly fuss with me.
As Reg’lar Rabbit Once Said, "Why Dilute It?", Ort. Carlton in Athens.
That was very lovely. Slightly off-topic or not, thank you immensely for sharing.
Honestly, Ort. Carlton in 30601-Land.
Man, you just made my day. I thought I was the only idiot anywhere who knew that record! I even played it as an oldie once! Beside it in my files, I have a DJ copy of its follow-up 45, "Meet Me Tonight By The Postage Machine" — nowhere near as entertaining.
Father Didn’t Have The Shipfitter Blues (Instead He Made Orange Juice Concentrate For The WWII Troops!), Ort. Carlton in Amazing (they put up with me!) Athens, Georgia.
During the early part of my life (until 25 or so) I thought it was an adventure to go out and eat alone – the more up-scale the better. After my divorce, I found myself inviting friends to go out to dinner with me and offering to pay so I wouldn’t have to eat alone! I guess it all depends on where you are in life at any given time. Now I enjoy going out with family and friends but can enjoy being alone as well. I think what makes it ok now is that I have a choice!
I enjoy eating alone, but I don’t like to go into very crowed restaurants alone. So I want someone (or several people) to be with me when I go into a crowded place.
There isn’t much I enjoy more than sharing a meal, laughter, stories, and memories with close friends and family. However, I tend to be a private person, and when I am on business trips (6-7 times a year), I do enjoy the solitude of my thoughts and my preferences. I have not had waitstaff issues, I do not feel like I’m in the spotlight, I just go with the moment and enjoy where I am, what I’m having, and the people who are preparing the meal and serving me.
I love eating alone. My husband’s schedule and mine are rarely in synch, so I’ll often take a book and get dinner on my own somewhere, particularly if it’s someplace he’s not fond of. Having said that, it’s also fun eating with my husband and/or a big group of friends and family, but not as restful.
I prefer company when eating, but don’t mind eating alone. At home, at restaurants, and when travelling. As for interacting with strangers, my girlfriend and I engage people all the time. As for Roadfood joints in particular, I prefer partners so we can order multiple items and share. That way, I get to taste more of the menu and that is especially important when I won’t be returning soon such as when travelling.
I don’t have any problems eating alone, in fact I rather enjoy it.
Living by myself I even set the table for my meals at home.
I never eat in the living room but will admit I enjoy my evening meal with
Brian Williams and breakfast with Morning Call.
Do you want fast service in a restaurant? Sit at a table by yourself with hands folded in front of you and watch every movement the wait person makes.
They will have that food in front of you in no time just to get rid of you.
I have eaten alone but prefer not to, I feel like I’m being quietly observed. Really. No offense Fieldthistle.
People who eat like I do should not be allowed in public. No, seriously, I like to eat alone because I’m basically a loner. I’m not sure if it’s that I don’t like people so much or that I feel like an imbecile when I’m around them. Also, when I eat alone, I get to make great snarfing sounds that would surely offend.
I don’t mean to take a twisted take,
but I remember when my poppa was feeling
his illness before he died, he liked to eat
alone in the morning. Breakfast was his
solo time to enjoy food with himself and his God.
As he got elderly, his diet changed so much that
he seemed to be alone often. It hurt my heart
that he didn’t or couldn’t share the same foods
with the family, but he was so self-educated that
he found foods he enjoyed and loved til his death.
I don’t mean to sound like a bummer, but I loved
the way he found joy in food as his health and age
shaped his diet. He had food he could eat and
we had ours. We loved him so much. He lived for 80 years.
Sorry, but he visited my heart today…and I recall him
eating his breakfast alone.
Why Miss Ellen…! LOL !
And eat straight from the pot or pan, too…fewer dishes.
Reminds me of a joke that I heard on a morning talk show the other week : "a survey was done, and it was noted that if a man ate his meal real SLOWLY, savoring every bite, he was probably real tender in the bedroom, as well. And if he ate his food real QUICK, he was usually in a rush in the bedroom. BUT, if he ate his meal hovering over the kitchen sink in his boxer shorts, it’s just your husband!!!"
For about 50 years, I have eaten alone at least half of my meals. I have no brothers or sisters and after my father died, my mother would cook supper for us, but for lunch at work I would eat out. (I couldn t stand the gossip in the lunch room at the store.)
At that point Mother was in her 50s and not that interested in travel (which I loved), so almost all of my vacations were taken alone. I drove and camped (to save money) all over North America, eating in restaurants (to save time), and tried to see unusual as well as well-known sights. On 3 trips to Mexico, I took a different friend each trip for safety s sake (in hindsight, not necessary), but on one of those trips I almost had to drag him off the beach at Acapulco after 3 days there, so we could finish our trip. (This is why I enjoyed my travels alone.)
Anyway, since I never found a woman who would put up with me (and travel with camping), I never married, and as my mother got older I did most of the cooking for our evening meal. When she died about 20 years ago, I did a single-parent adoption of a teen-age boy (whose family I knew somewhat) whose mother had recently been killed in a car wreck, since I figured we could both benefit. We did eat some meals together (we both cook well) but, like most teen-agers, he would often eat fast-food with his friends. We went on some trips together to show him much of the country, but when he started working, his time got very limited. He married about 2 years ago and does most of the cooking for his wife and himself, so now almost all of my meals are eaten alone again. Now most of my eating with others is done on camp-outs or trips (such as last year s 11-day trip to South Dakota) with the Boy Scout troop where I am a troop committeeman.
In my case, I think being an only child has been an advantage, since I very early learned to enjoy living with myself. I have no problem eating with other people, but I don t require other people to enjoy whatever I am doing. I apologize for getting wordy, but that is just me.
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