Cooking Love in Each Bite ~ Outside the Margins with Posy Roberts

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I find eating a waste of my time, not to mention cooking. I bet that surprises some of my readers, especially since I put recipes in the back of each book of my North Star Trilogy.

But this is how I feel about cooking: Ugh. Seriously, I have to make food again‽ And yes, it’s an interrobang-worthy sentiment. Cooking is a constant. Thankfully my partner enjoys cooking, so I don’t have to spend much time in the kitchen.

Despite that, I have always felt guilty. How do people in your life show you love? My mom made my favorite Cream of Chicken Soup or baked Peanut Blossoms. I’m heading home in a few days to celebrate my birthday with her, and sure enough, she called the other day to ask what sort of groceries I had a craving for.

It’s not that I truly dislike the process of cooking. I love losing myself in the monotony of chopping and stirring, but does it have to happen so often? Food in pill form please! As long as it’s not Soylent Green.

But you see, I’m unable to show my love in this way for one simple reason. Kitchens, for some strange reason, are a trigger for my seizures. I don’t cook, unless I have to, and I spend as little time as I can in the kitchen, basically long enough to fill my coffee cup or grab a hunk of cheese to take with me to eat far away from the kitchen.

Add the Martha Stewart syndrome I had entrenched in me during my coming of age, and I feel horrendous about not being able to show people my love with food.

Unless it’s in a fictional kitchen.

In nearly every story I’ve penned, I’ve written about characters eating and often cooking or baking for each other. Kitchens are one of those sets that need to be mentally built in my books. It’s the heart of the home, after all. Right?

In the North Star Trilogy, Hugo helps bring back a sense of normalcy when he takes over the kitchen after Erin is diagnosed with cancer and the family feels chaos. Cal’s mom in Feathers From the Sky cooks up a storm over Christmas. Tangled Mind was partially inspired by a KitchenAid mixer, for God’s sake, thought you’d never guess it from the horrific opening scene. And in Silver Scars, even Gil—an eat-out guy—cooks to show his love for Keith when he’s home healing post-surgery.

I was reading through my current work in progress, Fresh Squeezed, and came across a scene in a pantry. It’s like canning porn the way I describe the mason jars, the handwritten labels, and the uniformity of the stacked shelves.

And all of this is coming from a woman who supposedly hates to cook.

Last weekend I spent hours in the kitchen preparing several make-ahead meals. I made soup, which I froze in individual portions, and created several mason jar meals: deconstructed tomato sandwiches, salads, pasta dishes, parfaits, and egg bakes. Perfect quick meals, I thought as I loaded my fridge with a week’s worth of food.

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Then I texted my best friend: I’m cooking and enjoying it. Wtf happened?

She sent back: Idk, you’re not afraid of the kitchen anymore.

And reality hit me over the head like a brick. It’s not that I hate cooking at all; I’m simply terrified of having a seizure while in the kitchen, so I’ve avoided this act of love my entire life.

In June I had a device implanted to help prevent my seizures, and honestly for the first time in my life, I feel like I am in control of them… or at least have the potential to be.

So I’m going to cook! I going to cook love into everything I make! I’m going to continue to write about characters who cook, and I hope to share some fun recipes with you in the back matter of my books.

 

~Posy Roberts

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Title: Bent Arrow
Author: Posy Roberts
Publisher: Self Published
Publication Date: 09/03/2015
Cover Artist: DJ Mack
Genre: Bisexual, Contemporary, Gay, M/M Romance, Romance

Blurb:

Sometimes curves in the road take you right where you belong.

Luther Almond’s life working the Bakken oil field is perfect—short-lived jobs, temporary housing, and easy hookups. That’s one reason he won’t move home when he inherits the lake house. When Erik Heat bends over to fix Luther’s pipes, his tattoos hint he might be up for more than working on the drain. The last thing Luther expects is to want more from this guy than one night.

Every time they’re together, Luther is more grounded and Erik more confident. When the lake house demands attention, Luther asks for Erik’s help. There he imagines a more permanent life, one where he stops running. But he wants Erik by his side. Can he find the courage—and the words—to ask?

Links

Bent Arrow on Goodreads
Self Published
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA

About Posy Roberts

Posy Roberts writes about romantic male love. Whether her characters are family men, drag queens, or lonely men searching for connections, they all find a home in her stories.

Posy is married to a man who makes sure she doesn’t forget to eat or sleep; her daughter, a budding author and dedicated Whovian, helps her come up with character names. When Posy’s not writing, she enjoys crafting, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make normal seem more interesting.


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Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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