It really is, I think. I say that because I cooked only once the entire month Leonard was gone, and normally I cook two or three times a week. It's just no fun to cook only for myself - because who is here to enjoy it with me?
In many of the books I've read over the years, food is communication. It can be seduction, frustration, contentedness, anger, elation, or any multitude of emotions. And I think it is that way in life too. And in my case, food is love. I cook for the people I love.
On Thursday evening I cooked Indian Food for Leonard. I learned to make it last fall, and he often requests it. But the best is when I can surprise him with it. Like if I know he is not feeling well but working a long day and it is ready on the stove to greet him. Or just this week, after he'd been gone for a month it was my way of welcoming him home.
Food is love because cooking is a hands-on process and a good meal is time consuming to make. Beef curry takes about 2 hours beginning to end. My friend AJ taught me to make it. I've been watching him for a few years, and last year he gave me some traditional spices and a pan so I could get started. I seem to make it a little differently each time, but the variation is good. I don't even have a recipe to follow! Sometimes I think those are the best meals to cook. I put myself into it every time. It takes more time to cook than eat, but it is so worth the yumminess and appreciation!