Someone had their partner come visit, and I expressed regret that she wasn't living with him. However, he retorted, "I can't live with other people." I was a little shocked that he didn't want to live with another person, even if his partner. I should have said back to him, "Well, a lifelong partner is ideally someone whose co-habitation troubles should be outweighed by the happiness they provide." Maybe he'll eventually learn.
I managed to make the most disgusting recipe today. Normally, I'm a fan of one-pot meals. As in, once per week, I toss whatever is in my fridge, namely garlic, chicken, and whatever veggies, carbs, and spices I happen to have into a pot and portion it across five meals. But today, in an attempt to use up miscellaneous ingredients, I combined chickpea flour, watercress, garlic, tomatoes, and cream of mushroom. I don't know what possessed me to think this was a good idea, but I regret it. I consider myself to be a hardy eater, but I couldn't even make it through one bowl of this and promptly tossed it all out. It hurt to waste food, but it would've hurt more to have to eat the whole thing.