My husband is away playing golf this week, and he was on a business trip last week. So over the weekend, we were ships in port before passing again in the night. When he travels, I am so undisciplined about eating dinner. Last night, I walked downstairs from my office at 9:00. When no one says, “Five minutes to dinner,” I do not get myself to the kitchen in a timely manner. While I love to cook and entertain, the idea of cooking for one means pizza on English muffins, or macaroni and cheese with Hatch chiles from Trader Joe’s, or cheese and crackers. You see a theme here, right? There are leftovers in the fridge and lots of things I could make, but I embrace my inner mouse-like cravings.