He occasionally had it delivered to his apartment when he worked late. Other times, he cooked; he wasn’t without some skill in the kitchen. There were three recipes in his culinary repertoire. He could heat up a can of soup, concoct a passable resemblance to scrambled eggs, and his favorite – he could create the simple delicacy of roasted cheese. This was not the Canadian, or even American, version of toasted cheese. This was roasted cheese and was cooked using the Scottish method that he’d grown up enjoying. After moving to Hope, he quickly tired of scrambled eggs and cans of soup, and he could only endure his cheese on bread recipe so often. So in addition to having his beloved cheese pizza delivered, he also became a regular customer at three local restaurants. He rotated his attendance at each one so he didn’t look like every other bachelor who ate out because he couldn’t cook for himself. Switching to his civilian clothes at the end of his shift, or on his days off, he’d alternate eating at each establishment, and try to blend in.
