Lonesome Cook

Sometimes when people quit one thing they can't do another without jonesing for the first. Like after I quit smoking cigarettes and then had to quit drinking coffee. I remember hearing a story once of a girl who couldn't eat ice cream anymore because it had paired so nicely with her heroin addiction. I'm cooking a meat pie tonight in a freshly cleaned kitchen and enjoying a large glass of cheap red wine. It's a special kind of loneliness without my dear friend Stephen to help me finish the bottle and smoke up the house with a cast iron ribeye.