In February of last year, Paul and I had been dating for several months but I had only cooked for him a few times. I was living by myself and doing hardly any cooking (I used to be one of those people who only enjoyed cooking if I was doing it for someone other than just myself, but I’ve gotten to the point now where I know I’d do it regardless).
As the months passed, I gradually started cooking more and more (usually at least twice a week), but it wasn’t until Paul and I moved in together in December that I started making homemade dinners a regular occurrence.
This is a photo I took of my freezer in February 2011. The tequila was a gift from a friend that I still own but haven’t yet tasted (I really need to do something about that).
As a point of comparison, this photo of our freezer was taken last week:
I think this is a pretty good visual representation of how my cooking life has changed.