Bachelor's Jug 'o' Soup.

A.K.A. Minimise the washing up. One chopping board, one knife, one pan, one wooden spoon. To serve, one pyrex jug (with handle for transport to living room), one spoon (Must admit I don't own a soup spoon).

( Improvised Soup )

I'm probably having about two of these a week at the moment.

Cooking for one may not be as satisfying (or cheap) as cooking for two, but it does mean I get to experiment more, as I don't really mind if something doesn't work.

Based on (not really very helpful) comment to a question from kaz_pixie on soup.

Is judging something by its worst examples optimistic?

Thinking about it, the way I cook, and the way I read have a lot in common.

In SF I tend to read more Science Fiction than Fantasy. On the basis that while I love good fantasy or sci-fi, I really loath bad fantasy, but can (and often do) enjoy "bad" sci-fi. If the writing, or characterisation is atrocious, there's usually a decent idea, or at the very least some fun action. A fair chunk of my to be read pile (and a very large percentage when I really started buying stuff at uni), is stuff I'd never read a review of, and just bought based on a 20 second look at the cover.

Similarly with cooking, I'd rather by a bunch of interesting ingredients and wait for inspiration to strike when in the kitchen, than try an follow a recipe. While I do appreciate a really well cooked meal (and am capable of knocking together a respectable dish), I also enjoy a hastily thrown together mishmash. And frankly that's easier. Probably round 90% of them turn out to be okay, 5% great, and 5% not so much.

I'd like to think that makes me optimistic, as I'm seeking to maximise enjoyment, with minimal effort, but maybe it's pessimistic as I'm not putting in the effort to seek out the exceptional.