I think the first experience I had reading musings on food with recipes was Laurie Colwin’s Home Cooking. She wrote about her experiences living in a small NYC apartment up to feeding her young child. And then after each essay, a recipe. Like creamed spinach with jalapeno peppers, a classic in my book (literally). Elizabeth David did that before her in a way, though I recall she wrote about food as part of the recipe/directions.
Then there was Nora Ephron who wrote her satisfyingly ascerbic memoir of her four-year marriage to Carl Bernstein. Heartburn. Ephron wrote about finding out about Bernstein’s affair that everyone in DC except her knew about, while she was pregnant with their first child. And then there would be a recipe. Her key lime pie is classic. In every sense. As the Washington Post informed us, this is what she pitched at her wayward husband, though your guests may prefer it on a plate.