Isn't food great?

     I love my food. I'll qualify that slightly, I love my tea. If you're southern or posh, I mean dinner and anyone I've missed out, evening meal. I think about my tea from breakfast onwards. If I'm really organised I will of planned a week's worth of meals before I trawl Tesco for the ingredients. Crucially, I also love cooking. I'm never happier than when I've got the radio on and I'm pottering in the kitchen doing a bit of chopping, frying and stirring in order to create something yummy.
      Don't misunderstand me, this is not an application for Masterchef. I do not have dreams of opening a Michelin starred restaurant or even a cafe selling Asian street food. This is not 'my time' and I do not want to begin on some gastronomical journey. It's just that I, like many others get a lot of pleasure from creating something that others enjoy eating.
     On my first date with my now husband, he took me to a local restaurant where he said he found it refreshing to eat with a girl who actually enjoyed her food and didn't just push it around her plate or order in accordance to some diet or other. Even better, he wasn't put off by me shovelling three courses into my gob like I hadn't eaten in a week and our third date was me cooking a meal for him. He had mentioned he liked Mexican, so I went all out with home made empanadas for starter and chicken fajitas with a gazillion accompaniments for main course. To be honest I was struggling with a Mexican pudding so I made a chocolate orange tart with ice cream. He seemed to enjoy it all the same.
       When we moved in together, cooking for us each evening was the most enjoyable part of the day and I will go as far as using an old cliche and that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.* So now I imagine my other half is disappointed to discover that this pregnant woman is not that interested in food and certainly doesn't want to cook. Meat and in particular chicken is very much a no go area. Chicken to me now is slimy and rancid when raw and when cooked the texture of it makes me want to gag. This is my daily food intake now: Shreddies for breakfast, dull as fuck salad for lunch and either a mushroom risotto or more cereal for tea. Not forgetting several bananas thrown in there for luck. Seriously, that Italian rice based dish containing fungi has been my meal of choice at least ten times in the last two weeks. My other half doesn't like risotto so most nights for him are some kind of from the freezer concoction. Aunt Bessie is my new best friend, she does all sorts, and provides most of my other half's hot meals.
     I'm keeping my fingers crossed that things revert back to normal fairly soon, otherwise Tesco will have to re think its stock levels of frozen meals and mushrooms.



* I also have a sneaking suspicion that the way to a man's heart also involves a fantastic blow job.