Lost Arts – Cooking & Meal Preparation

When I was a teen I wanted to learn to cook, and I did, badly. Later I learned from a neighbor to love Mexican food, so I started buying regional Mexican cookbooks. From there I gained an interest in all kinds of cuisines. I’ve quite the collection now, it even includes a Transylvanian cookbook. The recipe for sheepshead makes for good reading, but it will remail good reading, I ain’t cookin no sheepshead.

My mom cooked because she had to, not because she loved to, she had a family of nine to feed, and so her cooking was perfunctory at best, at the worst it was succotash. That was bad, but she loved it. Dad can manage in the kitchen and is at his best with the grill. I think that’s because it’s a really big power tool that cooks steak. My older sisters can all cook, with varying degrees of skill and specialty, Jen can make cake and pie, Martha is the goddess of the vegetable, Laura can do Sri Lankan curry and Camy can casserole anything. Because there were so many in my family, we had to cook, and we had to cook from scratch if we wanted something like cookies more than once in a blue moon, because we just didn’t have the extra money for bought cookies. I’m comfortable around raw ingredients and actually prefer to make things from scratch. I know how I want it to taste and can usually get there, occasionally failing, but mostly able to produce realiably edible meals.

Watching commercials and walking through the grocery store I’m constantly assulted (to me) by convenience foods. I’m glad they are available for the people who need them, but I worry that we are losing something wonderful to gain something questionable. Home cooked chocolate chip cookies are incredible, and incredibly easy, they contain no preservatives, only the pure and happy ingredients and the difference is in the taste. They really don’t take much longer and are sooooooo much better. The same is true with roasted chicken, at least the taste part, that does take time and some know how. Not a ton of know how, just enough to know when the chicken is done. But seriously, even just rinse and thrown in the oven without any seasoning, no salt no nothing, the chicken is so much better than the bird with the fake sauce in the plastic from the store.

Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s that I can taste the preservatives and just don’t like that flavor, but it makes me sad to see how many boxes of waffles, cookies, pancakes, ready made rice, mashed potatoes, insta-bag meals are sold when I’m in the grocery store. I’m not advocating a 6 course French high cuisine meal. Just fresh happy ingredients, simply prepared in healthy portions, that’s all.

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One Response to Lost Arts – Cooking & Meal Preparation

  1. Onyx says:

    I cannot tell you how much I agree with you. But not just lost in the kitcen it is also a learned helplessness at the ability to do anything but “instant”! Sew on a button? Nope, can’t do it. Hem up something, nope can’t do it.

    With that loss comes a loss of freedom, and empowerment. I have alwasy deighted inbeing able to take raw materials and make soemthing, be it clothes or cookies of soup or what ever. Because I know and I can feel empowered.

    Need tortillas? Gimme a bowl and a few ingredients. Potato chips? Yep I’ve done those too. Preserve a harvest, can do.

    Knowledge is power.

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