One of the things that intrigues me about our wide-ranging attitudes and habits around food and nutrition is how people approach cooking or preparing food at home. I often wonder how we foster that part of our food culture, especially when I hear people express frustration about not cooking more; wanting not to eat out so much, or to get away from rushed meals in cars on the way to and from home. The Food Network would have you believe it’s just because you don’t know HOW SIMPLE IT IS TO MAKE DELICIOUS HEALTHY LOCAL FOOD YOUR FAMILY WILL LOVE, yo! But I don’t think that’s it, nor is it (only) time, or money, or education about nutrition and the food industry. Some or all of those things, but I don’t think that’s all of it. There’s also something about values (oh, what a loaded word!), experience, and confidence around making food — with an emphasis on the latter two. Convenience food and semi-homemade packages promise fast success in the kitchen and glossy satisfaction from your family, without draining your wallet, making it easy to opt-out of the risks and challenges that scratch food preparation can bring.
My experience and confidence in the kitchen were started at home at an early age, as I spent time with my Grandmother and Mother in the kitchen baking bread, crackers, cookies, making yogurt and jam and salad dressing. Gram kept a lovely (and LARGE!) vegetable garden, cooked nearly every meal her family ever ate, made bread from scratch, (even though she didn’t eat wheat — she was a master at testing alternative flours and binders for the bread she made for herself, before there was a gf market), and did it all with such care that she made *me* care about the work that went into food preparation. I wish she could see the resurgence in vegetable gardening and preserving; I think she’d be so interested in all of it, and would have so much to teach. At her house, there were veggies in the root cellar, and an extra freezer and refrigerator in the basement pantry for long-term storage. The warmth of her kitchen and her DIY sorts of values around food and cooking had a strong influence on me (on my mom as well, I suspect) and on my interests in food and cooking now.
Growing up with my mother’s cooking added the spark of creativity and encouraged my fearlessness in the kitchen. My mom has a talent for making even the most complicated of recipes seem doable, and she passed along a strong technical base, even in our mostly-meat-and-seafood-free house. I still don’t consider myself a great home cook, though… I can hold my own with most everything EXCEPT meat (including fish and seafood), but that’s a pretty big except. Happy to eat it, not so happy to cook it.
And that’s what got me thinking about some of the things that might hold people back from cooking, experimenting. I just don’t know what I’m doing around meat… don’t know how to buy it, what to ask for, how various cuts are suited to different modes of cooking, how to build flavor profiles from them. I feel uncomfortable experimenting with cooking meat, because I don’t have any history to draw on, no memories to start with. I was a hippie teenage vegetarian through college, and it’s like I just missed that stage of my cooking education. And honestly, I don’t care enough about eating it at home – right now, at least – to learn. I’ll buy the occasional local bacon or brats at the market, but that’s about as adventurous as I get. Otherwise I’ll wait for Black Dog and Epiphany Farms /Station 220 and my friends’ dinner parties. Because knowing that someone took that care and interest and creativity in sourcing and cooking and prepping is still ingrained in me, even if it’s not me doing it. Just tell me what kind of tart you’d like me to bring.




