iron chef australia

What is the point of eating a meal if there's no one to enjoy it with? it's a bit of an issue I've come across since moving (alone) to Aussie. I've only just been in the country for three days, and it wasn't until today that i actually had a sit down meal (it was a business lunch). Eating a meal is something i've never, EVER, had a problem doing. But since i've been here, the thought of it has become a bit... mundane.

Amir and I love to eat. We love to cook together. We love to go out to restaurants. Hell, we love to scarf down taco bell at 3 am drunk! I think mostly, we just love to be together (aw...). But since I've been here, its as if I can't eat anything until I have someone to share it with. It's boring. It's routine. I know I'm not alone in this battle because Amir said he sat alone at his kitchen table last night eating bread and cheese for dinner. Amir and I don't eat bread and cheese (a la mode) for dinner. We whip up fancy concoctions of 'seared olive oil flavored grilled cheese' maybe.

Anyway, I know the answer to my problem will come soon. I'll learn to enjoy a meal, on my own. I'll get the courage to go to restaurant, alone (and actually sit at a table, not run off with take away) and my new fad diet will cease. But until then, I'll take in the smells of all the fabulous Melbourne food spots, keeping a mental list of where to eat when I have someone to eat with (aforementioned boy, in particular). And until then I'll continue to drink my dinner of cup o soup in front of the TV at night, or grab a hand roll and eat it while walking down the busy city streets, doing the one thing I know I CAN thoroughly enjoy alone... shopping. :)