I have owned this book for several years and when I decided to read it of course I couln‘t find it so off to the library for their copy. This is a series of essays on the joy, angst, ritual, recipes and decadence of eating alone. I love a solo meal- selecting what I want and making it to my taste- those odd pairings that remind you of certain times in your life and, yes, occasionally the blue box mac and cheese and canned tomato soup are my joy4🌟