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The myth of time-saving

When I was at my Mom's earlier this summer, we had dinner at home one evening.  She broiled steaks and baked potatoes and asked me to fix the frozen brussels sprouts.    The sprouts were done in a butter sauce, and designed to be fixed in the microwave.  They were very tasty.  But it occurred to me that I could have fixed fresh sprouts in just about the same amount of time and had more fun with it.   There was nothing creative about microwaving the package, except, perhaps, the challenge of figuring out how to finally get the plastic top off so I could get them into a serving bowl without burning my fingers on the hot sauce.   If I'd had fresh, I would've trimmed them in a minute or two, and even if all I'd done was boil them and add butter and maybe some lightly sauteed garlic, it wouldn't have taken much more than the ten or twelve minutes that the frozen microwaveable ones took.  Or, I could have sliced them in half, lightly browned them on top of the stove in olive oil and then sprinkled them with parmesan cheese.  That would've taken even less time.  Or, I could've roasted them in the oven (I'm getting hungry now).  I would've melted butter & olive oil in a hot oven and then rolled the sprouts in with some garlic salt and lemon pepper and maybe some paprika (my favorite spice) and let them go for forty minutes or so.  Sure, that would've required me to get started much sooner, but the actual prep time would still have been only a few minutes.

The point being that I cook just about every night that I'm in town and spend very little time at it.  Last night I made fried rice.  I've been making it the same way for years and it takes fifteen minutes from the time I take the eggs out of the fridge to the time I put the dishes on the table.   I had the leftover rice from Friday night when we had a batch of Lynn's black beans from the freezer, a meal that also took just minutes to pull together.  On Saturday I made a beef stir fry with mushrooms, onions and jalapenos.  I took my time slicing the beef and I let it sit in a marinade for half an hour, but I still didn't spend more than twenty minutes altogether in the kitchen.

So I get impatient with the notion that in our helter-skelter society people don't have time to cook.  Lynn points out the flaw in my reasoning -- people don't have time to plan.  They don't have time to shop.  I can't argue with that.  I can cook simply every night because it's part of my normal rhythm to stop at the grocery store three or four times a week for the fresh vegetables or whatever other ingredient I need.  And that's never much because Lynn loads up on the staples once a month in a marathon three-hour shopping spree so we always have a fully stocked pantry.  And while I do the simple, fast, stovetop cooking, she spends time on the weekends with soups and stocks and breads and things that cook long and slow and that make lots of leftovers, which is why I could pull out a package of wonderfully cooked black beans from the freezer on Friday night.

I can't imagine a life without cooking.  My mom got us all started very early.  I don't even remember what I started with, but I do remember being very puzzled when I was old enough to hear that many men never learned how to cook.  How could you not know how to cook?  I could understand not knowing how to cook particular things -- there was always more to learn, and some of the preparations seemed completely mysterious.  But not know how to cook at all?  I couldn't even figure out what that meant.

Nonetheless, according to Michael Pollan's excellent essay in last Sunday's NY Times magazine, only 58% of american evening meals qualify as "cooking" even when you define cooking so loosely that putting lettuce in a bowl and pouring bottled dressing over it qualifies.    The most popular meal in America is a sandwich.

I don't think I've ever watched a full episode of a cooking show.  Pollan's essay helps me understand why, at the same time that it elucidates the fabulous success of the Food Network.  I've got a kitchen full of cookbooks that I rely on for advice, and whenever I'm thinking of trying something new, I'll see what I can find on the web that uses similar ingredients, just to spark my imagination.  But watch a cooking show?  It never occurs to me.

There seems to be little doubt that we would be healthier if we did more cooking -- real cooking, not just "dump-and-stir" (to use the obnoxious phrase that Pollan says characterizes the Food Network's daytime cooking shows).  Lynn and I are apparently two of the very few Americans these days who are not on any kind of maintenance medications, and I'm convinced that it has something to do with the fact that we eat so little processed food.

The irony here is that we don't eat the way that we do in order to be healthy.  We're dedicated carnivores (although we often fix meatless meals).   I make liberal use of butter and eggs, and turn up my nose at low-fat anything (well, except for 2% milk).  We eat the way that we do because we love to cook, we've learned how to do it efficiently, and the meals that we eat simply taste better than if we stuck with "time-saving" manufactured food.  

At the end of his article, Pollan quotes Harry Balzer, a food researcher and marketer, who is convinced that the trend toward less cooking is irreversible.  Pollan asks him about the impact of industrial prepared food on the nation's health and Balzer says, “Easy. You want Americans to eat less? I have the diet for you. It’s short, and it’s simple. Here’s my diet plan: Cook it yourself. That’s it. Eat anything you want — just as long as you’re willing to cook it yourself.”

Not to mention that roasting brussels sprouts is so much easier than figuring out how to get that damned plastic wrap off the top of the plastic microwaveable container.




Comments

Jonathan

Cooking is a pleasurable experience, not the drudgery that some people think it is. There is something intensely satisfying about taking a few simple ingredients and spices creating a savory soup on a cold winter day. I'm always amazed how the of mixing flour, water, yeast can result in a crusty loaf of bread that tastes way better than anything you buy in plastic. I learned the art and pleasure of cooking from both my grandmothers. They were instinctive cooks - hardly ever cooking from a book or recipe card... they just knew how to put the ingredients together to produce those comfort foods of my childhood. Time spent cooking is time well spent. I often think of making bread as anger management (kneading), artistry (shaping), meditation (rising) and aromatherapy (baking) all "rolled" into one! Best of all, you get to feast on the results!

Scott SA

Life is full of myths including things like Wall Mart has bargains (other than short-term ones), but that is another topic.

On many points, I agree with your thesis as I have proven it many times in my own life. I can cook a nicer, more nutritious and cost effective meal in less time than it takes to have pizza delivered. In a lot of situations, I can cook a better meal than many restaurants. In fact, I have a teenage son that would rather eat at home because the food is good, which is a mind-boggling feat!

One myth, though, is that all 'cooking shows' are alike or have no value. You didn't actually say that, but it is what I surmise your basic motivation for the comment.

First off, with the library of cook-books I have (let alone those gifted due to lack of use), I should be hosting a show or running a fine dining establishment. I'm neither that talented, skilled nor capable (though preparing five courses for a dozen isn't daunting, its a joy).

Personally, I find there are different kinds of shows. Like you, there are a majority that I won't or don't waste my valuable time with. Frankly, I don't need somebody telling me ten times how good something tastes, for example, it just shows they have no content.

Further, I could care less what abuses some group of rude judges hurl about a preparation. Especially if it is by some contestant using unfamiliar products, in an unfamiliar facility and given unreasonable time to do so. In my mind that is setting people up to fail, which isn't constructive.

There are shows, however, that respect the viewers intelligence and impart valuable knowledge regarding technique, inspiration and best of all food science. Some are a bit quirky or campy like Alton Brown's "Good Eats", but his crew do their research and have some great information.

For example, it would likely have taken me a fair while to learn that 1/5th tsp cream of tartar per egg helps the whites whip faster (It has to do with accelerating the proteins from unraveling, and works).

I have also been introduced to cuisine and products that I may never have tried otherwise. Or different ways to use things I have been cooking for years. Often, it isn't the big stuff and sometimes it isn't even the recipe being made, but the way it is made that I've found interesting or useful. Seriously, I've always peeled russet (baker) potatoes, boiled then mashed or riced them. Keeping the skins on while boiling and peeling afterwards while warm, reduces water absorption making a drier product. Easier to add the flavors I want afterwards or to make things like gnocchi or fish cakes using less flour.

To close out my comments, I also want to shift things a bit. I don't have 'The Food Channel' anymore. Instead, I use their website and others as well as PodCast's and YouTube to find audio and video presentations. I increasingly use the Internet to source out new ideas for common ingredients. You do have to wade through some garbage, but I often take several recipes and merge the traits of each that I like.

Happy cooking!

T Scott

Actually, your surmise that the "basic motivation" for my comment about cooking shows stems from a belief that they are all the same or that they have no value is incorrect. I watch very little tv in general and I just have no interest in watching cooking shows. I know that they vary tremendously and that many people find them entertaining and useful. I'm just not interested.

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