The trials and tribulations of the solo chef

The bad part about living alone is that all the recipes make more food than you can eat. I have a special "Cooking for Single People" book, but it is pretty slim. This really dampens my motivation to make food, since I feel like I need to not just be in the mood for something now but also want to eat it one or two more times before I make it.

All this is just to say that I made some very tasty Cretan fried pastries with honey, but the other half of them are sitting sadly in a Tupperware container because, hello, how did I think I was going to eat eight of them? And that was after cutting the recipe in quarters.