Sweet Sorrow

Goodbye fair soup. Parting is such sweet sorrow. The kielbasa is all gone but there is still a gallon of soup left and I am tired of soup. I think that the soup is headed for the trash but there is a fear associated with this decision. I am in the mood to make spaghetti sauce and I know how that will turn out. A gallon of spaghetti sauce and two pounds of sausage and pasta and sauce for five days. I have never learned how to cook for one. There was a time when teenaged daughters would bring home teenaged boys who ate like Biafrans and all was right with the world. Maybe this time I will make meatballs instead of sausage. Even better would be meatballs and sausage. Short ribs would be even nicer but they are rarely at the local market.