Jeff and I usually grill pizza together. I make the dough and get the toppings together, he does the grilling. Last night I was on my own and managed to time everything just right. I made two small pizzas and will have leftovers for a couple more meals. It's so hard to cook for one. It's too tempting to reach for something easy. I am so glad that I am on my own for just a couple of weeks. It's no wonder that my Dad's biggest struggle since losing my Mum is cooking for himself.
Everything is easier with two.
