I actually wanted to write about loss and misery but decided we have all had enough of that! Much more fun to write about food and recipes. Food is our comfort, our bete noir, our love and our hate. We eat to live, to feel better, to share and because we can. Our relationship with food starts with our mother's milk and we search endlessly for the rest of our lives for that same nourishment and comfort.
I have a love/hate relationship with food - I am seriously overweight and so pretend not to care or cook but quietly stock up on sugar highs with biscuits and coke. When I do cook I prefer it to be for other people - it seems pointless to me to go to a lot of trouble for just myself. Perhaps that is the nub of all the problems right there.
I happily cooked for eight in Canada and enjoyed so much the sharing of cooking and eating that was such a big part of the holiday. Meals were about families and sharing and the fact that they were all delicious was almost incidental. But they were - delicious.
My friend Roshni sent me this link - I couldn't write it better or evoke the same kind loving memory of a childhood pleasure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVNcs_lEC74
For the first time last year I actually knew what it was to be hungry and to have no food. I was lucky, it only lasted a few days but it gave me new found relationship and respect - we must eat to live. If we are honest sometimes we live to eat!
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