Since my husband died, I've discovered that I still need to show that I care by preparing food for someone. And that's been me. So I have been, on and off, rather obsessed with cooking and with making lovely food. Last winter, I was on a real baking binge, making bread every few days and cake at least once a week - which I mostly gave away.
In the summer, I turned the Aga off for a couple of months, so rather lost interest in cooking on my little Baby Belling. It's kicked off again since, though rather less obsessively. I have, however, recently taken up with a long-term friend who has become much closer than that, we love each other dearly and see a future together (and I'm coming out here, this is the first time I've said so on the open internet) and we both love cooking and eating as a bonus - though neither of us is inclined to overeat, fortunately. But it's fun cooking together. And eating together, obvs.
In the summer, I turned the Aga off for a couple of months, so rather lost interest in cooking on my little Baby Belling. It's kicked off again since, though rather less obsessively. I have, however, recently taken up with a long-term friend who has become much closer than that, we love each other dearly and see a future together (and I'm coming out here, this is the first time I've said so on the open internet) and we both love cooking and eating as a bonus - though neither of us is inclined to overeat, fortunately. But it's fun cooking together. And eating together, obvs.
