Is food a replacement of love?

I have gotten out of control. Just a reminder, I am a single woman in my late twenties. Saturday night consisted of me making 4 dozen bran muffins, a vat of soup and cookies. I cooked until 12:30 am. I even declined offers to go OUT and consume a few beverages with crowds of other young, likely single, human beings. The odd part is, I don't actually eat this food myself. I give it away to those around me. They benefit from my lack of love. They tell me the food is delicious but is it? Really? Or are they simply too concerned about my single women sanity to offer their honest opinion?!