I know that I am often regarded as somewhat odd for cooking entire meals just for myself, alone. I wouldn't think of apologising. On the whole I am not someone either good with her own company or with a gift for solitude, but when it comes to eating, I am all for solitary pleasures. I like the quiet tinkering about in the kitchen; I like the reward later. At its most basic, perhaps, is the quiet satisfaction of knowing one is fending for oneself, the instrument of one's own survival. And, conversely, this is why sometimes it can be good to be cooked for, to feel protected and looked after. But of the two, I choose independence, and this is the perfect supper to celebrate it.
Recipe posted by Nigella