Not Really But I Cook For Medicinal Purposes
First I need to be honest...I am not a great cook...actually not really even a good one...but my heart is in the right place and when I do cook I'd like to believe that I cook with love...and lots of wine.
I'm a firm believer that food, good company and wine will go a long way to alleviate stress and keep the mental health professionals at bay.
There have been times, some wrenching with sadness, that cooking has literally kept me sane...when my 20 year old cat was dying on New Years Eve...I cooked up a meatloaf and proceeded to eat half of it and drink most of the expensive bottle of champagne I had planed to bring to the party I never went to...all the while holding my poor car as his paws slowly got colder and colder....when my brother called from Florida and said only two words, "Daddy's dead." There is something so poignant about an adult man using the word Daddy and it wasn't lost on me....so I cooked and bought wine and invited a friend over...I needed the friend more than I needed food or alcohol but it worked...it helped me.
And there have been times of deep stress when I lost my job, my marraige ended, a close friend died that I went to the kitchen and it became my therapy...I make comfort food..stews and soups and yes of course meatloaf. Through it all it is the friends that sustain me... the food and wine just an excuse to share.
Then there are the fun times when I needed to laugh or needed to herlp someone else laugh....once again, back to the kitchen...
I haven't done this much recently...probably cause many of my friends are scattered but there's something so comforting and healing about sitting around a table with one friend or many and just plain genuinely connecting and sharing....