When food is love

I have spent years expressing my love for people through food. It's one of the reasons why I adore gathering people together in my home - that in cooking for them I am showing them just how much I love them. I can mark many of the turning points in my life, through food.

Arriving at University and, miserable with unhappiness those first few weeks, eating nothing, until I discovered thick white toast smothered in sticky baked beans, topped off with oozing cheddar in the canteen.

Zipping off to Los Angeles at twenty three, with the phone number of a friend of a friend of an actor I had once interviewed, and staying in a ramshackle wooden house in Laurel Canyon, empty of furniture, with a wonderfully eccentric film director who wandered round humming 'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo' for hours at a time. I lived on take-out California rolls from the supermarket.

Cooking dinner for an early boyfriend, cutting out a recipe from a magazine, for a savory spinach and ricotta cheesecake, with a Ritz cracker crust. He was suitably impressed.

Desperate to lose the baby weight after my first child, I spent hours making batches of home-made spinach dumplings, steaming them in an Asian vegetable broth, mushrooms, scallions and ginger swimming around. I ate little else for a while, and the weight dropped off.

And now, on our Vegan adventure, I am excited by cooking all over again. I am loving poring over the recipe books, and more, loving experimenting, nutty risottos without the butter and cream, delicately spiced vegetable curries, chick pea fritters.

I will confess to having had scrambled eggs this morning. Last night I was laid low with a migraine, and this morning all four Smalls switched on my bedroom light, and came trooping in to the bedroom with enormous grins on their faces, like little ducklings, with The Eldest Son in front, proudly bearing a tray on which were scrambled eggs, two slices of toast, and a cup of tea.

My children brought me breakfast in bed. Only problem was, it was 5.49am...

They all gathered round watching in delight as I opened my bleary eyes, took a mouthful of scrambled eggs and declared them the most delicious scrambled eggs I had ever tasted.

I had spoken to my Unwell Friend about the vegan diet, and last Saturday I cooked for a bunch of us. I cooked because, well, I love cooking, and also because I wanted to show them how delicious vegan food can be. I have to say though, it's bloody hard work. Put it like this, if you weren't a cook, or weren't interested in becoming a cook, I would think this diet could get pretty boring pretty quickly.

And today, I cooked a vegan feast, and dropped it off at my Unwell Friend's. Okay, okay, I did save a little for Beloved and I, and everything is so delicious, I am giving you the recipes here.

Spiced Chickpea Fritters (adapted from Delia Smith’s vegetarian cookbook)

Coconut chickpea, spinach and potato coconut curry.

Stuffed Zucchini, Nicoise style

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