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Dear Reader, I disguise my tendencies toward retail therapy by buying practical things that will enhance my life.* This week, after listening to the twitterpated stories of two good friends and seeing my cousin's engagement photo on Facebook, I decided the best thing I could do for myself was to accept the fact that I'm going to continue to be single for a long time.** And having accepted this as fact,  I knew I MUST IMMEDIATELY have an appropriate cookbook, one that wouldn't leave me eating the same leftovers every night for a week. I walked with purpose to my favorite of the three local bookstores.*** I told them I was there for a cooking-for-one cookbook. The proprietress thought they used to have one. The proprietor thought they had sold it. The proprietress thought she would just double check.  She remembered seeing something over here... What she found was The Complete Cooking For Two Cookbook. I considered:  I've liked some other America's T...

I've never NOT lived in furnished housing.*  But "furnished apartment" means someone else is going to decided what you sleep on, where you put your clothes and what you cook with.  And every time you move, you sleep differently, fold your clothes to different sizes and re-consider your recipes. To minimize the amount of stuff I'm hauling around the country, I restricted myself to two cookbooks - one specifically about cakes (hooray!) and the other a bound year's worth of Cook's Country magazines**.  After a week of eating dinner out (or eating leftovers from dinners out), I sat down with Cook's Country to find a recipe for the weekend.  A few pictures caught my eye, but the recipes were disheartening; first, brown on the stove, then transfer to the oven. While I have no complaints about the basic equipment in my current kitchen - all major and most minor appliances are provided - it's certainly fair to say the intended lodger is here for short s...