Dinner for one ... that's how it ends

I ended an intense day yesterday by cooking a wonderful meal just for myself. I opened the last bottle of my best wine (a Grand Reserve from Maipo Valley, Chili), which was by coincidence six years old, the same time that my relationship with Erik had lasted. A good enough reason for me to finish the wine. I lit up some candles and had a nice and quiet dinner for one.

Maybe I shouldn't cook and eat when I am feeling bad, but it certainly always helps to improve my mood.