Food and wine play and enormous role in my life professionally, socially and domestically. Early in 2008 we started trying for a second child and, so far, I have had two miscarriages in just over a year. As a woman trying for a child, your months work like this: during your period you relax and eat and drink what you like. As the month goes on and you think you might be pregnant, you start being a 'good girl' and become aware of what you are drinking and keep the intake moderate. At the end of your cycle either your next period comes and you're back to eating and drinking as normal or, in the absence of a period, you lay off booze completely and start cooking all your meat thoroughly, avoid certain cheeses etc etc.
With miscarriages, on a practical level this process is infuriating (aside from all the emotional issues). Before having my first miscarriage, I didn't feel remotely pregnant, so a huge effort was required to stay on the straight and narrow food and drink-wise. The latest one (this summer) was easier as I did feel pregnant and had the familiar queasiness and desire for bland starchy food. Just as you begin to accept your new routine a couple of months into the pregnancy, bam, you discover you've lost the baby. For me, this involves visits to University College Hospital in London and each time I come away with not just the sad news but some tasty treats I'd hitherto been denied. Last month I was consoled by some delicious sushi from a Japanese take-away conveniently located just across Tottenham Court Road from the hospital. That evening I enjoyed it with a strong gin and tonic before a supper of steak and kidney pie and a rich, ripe red wine. Since then I've been partial to juicy steaks, prosciutto, pâtés and unpasteurised cheese (and, yes, some rather special bottles of wine), although even this was interrupted by a week on some powerful antibiotics that apparently would have made me nauseous if I'd drunk any alcohol. How I resented having that silver lining dented.
So, here I am back at square one. We'll see what the future holds, but I don't relish the idea of having to keep repeating the first few weeks of pregnancy, both emotionally and gastronomically. For now, though, cheers and bon appetit!