Go, Paula!

Anthony Bourdain apparently needs a massive reality check. He called Paula Deen “the most dangerous person in America.” Funny, not who I’d have picked. There are murderers, rapists, drug dealers, terrorists, corrupt politicians, insurance company execs letting people die to improve their bottom line, drunk drivers, and your Enemy #1 is a lady with a cooking show? Because clearly all those other ways of dying or being harmed pale in comparison to the scary, scary fat.

Fortunately, she can give as good as she gets. She said she didn’t know if it was a “publicity thing” or if “someone had peed in his cereal.” She also told him to get a life.

I have peaches I want to do something with–I may just try out Paula’s peach cobbler recipe. If you guys don’t hear from me, you can assume it killed me.

Hat tip to Life on Fats

A spoonful of sugar

Katja Rowell over at Family Feeding Dynamics has a good post on how a little sugar helps kids learn to like new foods.

I will definitely say that sugar was instrumental in helping me learn to like coffee. I’m not sure if that’s a *good* thing, exactly, but when I was in college, I sometimes really needed coffee to stay up late working on papers. So I either drank super-sugary lattes or put a ton of milk and sugar into regular coffee. But, gradually, I started to appreciate the flavor of coffee itself and used less and less sugar. I still think my husband’s habit of drinking black coffee is weird, but I have a much stronger sensitivity to bitterness than he does. And, with really good coffee, I might drink a sip or two black.

Also, if sugar is forbidden, a kid is going to want it all the more. Part of appreciating things without sugar is actually satisfying that natural desire for sweetness somewhere else.

Success Tastes Chocolatey

Tonight I made a special Valentine’s Day dinner for my husband, and I tried the chocolate cream pie again, bound and determined to get it right after the previous disaster. And it worked!

Turns out I hadn’t cooked it near long enough. The directions say to add the butter and chocolate last, and cook til the chocolate is melted. Well, at a quick glance, the chocolate looks melted almost immediately, but when you look closely, you see small individual pieces of chocolate not fully dissolved. My first chocolate cream pie came out too liquidy and never set because I took it off the heat at that stage. This time (on the advice of my husband, who kicks butt at cooking), I waited until the mixture had noticeably thickened. It seems to take forever, and then it’s a very sudden change, from a thin liquid to a soft pudding, just like that. I think that’s also the point where the chocolate fully melts. And, if you want to go by temperature, it happens right around 180 degrees.

The rest of the dinner was also yummy–lamb chops with an herb pan sauce (I used parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, with a spiced wine as the liquid, and a bit of white wine vinegar), rosemary and olive oil roasted potatoes, and green beans with almonds.

Everything but the potatoes and the beans were straight out of The Joy of Cooking. If you like to cook, or want to like to cook, or just want to maybe attempt cooking, and don’t own this book, I can’t recommend it highly enough. The potatoes came from a Food Network recipe. The idea of doing lamb started there as well, but since I couldn’t find rack of lamb, only chops, I went with the Joy of Cooking sauteed lamb chops recipe.

Home again, Home again

So, I’m home after a week of work travel. Spending the week in a much more urban environment than I’m used to was nice, because there were a zillion good places to eat, all within walking distance. It’s fabulous when you’re traveling to not have any food decision more complicated than “Which of the nearby places do I want to eat tonight?” or “What should I order off this menu that’s being passed around?”

I had sushi, Thai food, Lebanese food (stuffed grape leaves and a lamb wrap sandwich in pita), and a fantastic bacon cheeseburger. I was particularly psyched about the cheeseburger because the restaurant, Busboys and Poets, is big on local produce and free range meats. I’m a confirmed meat eater, but I like to know that the meat I’m eating led a decent life. I’ve actually avoided watching Food, Inc. because I know that factory farming is cruel, but I also don’t think I can commit to free range, well-treated everything all the time. Or to never eating at restaurants other than that one and, when I’m not in DC, Chipotle. So, the critters would be no better off for my having seen it, and I would be worse off by virtue of being run over by the guilt bus.

Anyway, I’ve actually missed cooking. So, today I’m taking advantage of the federal holiday to make lasagna and a chocolate cream pie. There will also be garlic bread and a nice salad to go with it.

I also missed being totally in charge of my eating schedule. We had fruit and granola bars in the meeting room, so I managed to get in my normal morning snack, but it’s not quite comfortable to have other team members talking about their various diets while I’m walking to the back of the room for a banana and a piece of chocolate. I also like to eat lunch way earlier than most people, so even with a snack, my stomach would be growling pretty impressively by the time we took our lunch break.

Out of the Kitchen

So, I’m definitely not the first person to criticize something Michael Pollan wrote from a feminist perspective, but I’m gonna give it a shot anyway.  Kate Harding made some great points about this article.  Especially when she skewers his comments about The Feminine Mystique

“the book that taught millions of American women to regard housework, cooking included, as drudgery, indeed as a form of oppression.” Funny, I always thought Friedan became a feminist icon because she articulated what millions of women already felt, not because she brainwashed them into believing that repetitive, menial, unpaid labor might not be the best use of their talents.

Pollan seems to be trying to rag on feminism but to toss in just enough comments that of course men should cook too to avoid being criticized for telling women to get back in the kitchen.  He notes that men “are cooking more today than ever before: about 13 percent of all meals, many of them on the grill.”  Wow, a whole thirteen percent?  So, in a household with a man and a woman, the average guy is doing about 1/5 of his share of the meal-making.  And that average might be worse than it sounds in terms of gender equity–what part of that 13% is cooked by men who live alone or with other men?  (I recall reading somewhere that guys who get married do less housework than they did before, while women who get married do more.  I don’t recall whether cooking was counted as part of that, but I’d be really unsurprised if the same thing applies.)

He talks about wanting men to cook too, but it often seems to be a sidenote, like he’s preemtively trying to keep too many women from feeling like he’s throwing us under the bus. But, you know, it’s really not enough to say that someone should cook, whether it be the  man or the woman, unless you actually look at the reasons behind women doing 87% of the cooking, many of them while working the same or longer hours than the menfolk who manage to produce the other 13, and unless you actually emphasize that if Americans as a whole aren’t cooking, maybe our longstanding definition of feeding a family as “women’s work” has something to do with that.

Even though he gives lip service to “men should cook too,” he also says things like “Women with jobs have more money to pay corporations to do their cooking, yet all American women now allow corporations to cook for them when they can.”  Excuse me, *their* cooking?  As in, even when she works full-time, it’s still the woman’s job to cook? Regardless of whether there’s a guy in the household who works the same or fewer hours? Unchallenged sexist assumptions much?

Pollan does a whole lot of waxing nostalgic about his mom making meals after watching Julia Child, including how entertaining it was for him to watch her prepare complex dishes like Chicken Kiev, and I had to do a little eyerolling at the way that the woman’s work is treated as entertainment for other (male) members of the family.

And while I’m eyerolling, a major portion of his argument, that Food Network no longer teaches us to cook, would fall apart if he’d ever watched Alton Brown outside of Kitchen Stadium.  Yeah, there’s a lot of food entertainment, but there are also a lot of cooking shows.  Not all on prime time, but dude, that’s what Tivo is for.

He also talks about how we spend more time watching cooking shows than it would take us to actually prepare food, as if you can’t do both at once.  (Like, tonight, after cooking a nice dinner, the hubby and I settled in front of the TV to eat while watching Chopped, and I often have it going in the background while cooking or eating dinner.)

The thing that really annoys me about this article, though, is how it implies that women aren’t very smart.  He talks about feminism convincing women that cooking is drudgery and then the food industry convincing them that pre-packaged food was acceptable and not a “dereliction of their ‘moral obligation to cook,’ something they believed to be a parental responsibility on par with child care.”  So we’re easily brainwashed and led astray.  Thanks, haven’t heard that one before.

But, you know, maybe the reverse is true.  Maybe the brainwashing wasn’t feminism, but the earlier Angel in the House idea that a woman’s job is to nurture, comfort, make things pretty and civilized, and of course, do a crap-ton of unpaid labor as part of that “nurturing” gig.  And the mere existence of food options that didn’t involve devoting huge amounts of time to cooking didn’t automatically undo that conditioning.

Let’s also not forget that not every woman has the time or energy to do that cooking even if she wants to. I give Pollan some credit for noting that the ridiculous hours Americans are working puts a major crimp in home-cooking, but in all his snide comments about “instant everything,” he forgets that there are plenty of people who are actually not able to cook. Like folks who are disabled, for whom junk food is a hell of a lot healthier than nothing.  And, presumably, for all those seamstresses, factory workers, secretaries, and schoolteachers who were working outside the home long before the last generation or two, who probably weren’t cooking the chicken Kiev and mousse that he remembers from his childhood. I’m guessing poor city children eat better now than they did 100 years ago, and microwaves and preservatives have a fair bit to do with that. (Well, so do laws against selling rotten meat or passing chalky water off as milk.)

Sure, cooking more is a good thing. It’s often healthier and better for the environment, and it can be fun. But let’s not, to use Pollan’s term, thoughtlessly trample over folks who don’t have tons of free time, spacious kitchens, and easy access to fresh foods, or over women who have no interest in being shoved back into the kitchen, in the pursuit of some nostalgic foodtopia (that didn’t exist for most people in the 60s either).