There's a dark side to the gastronomy dining sector, and it's the implication and presentation that good food is a luxury item.
I have a whole essay in mind about how home cooking is the foundation of all lifestyle decisions and mentality, but it's low priority against other stuff I want to work on right now. The upshot is that the only thing you lose by cooking is a little bit of time and convenience, and slightly higher need to clean, but everything else you gain is fundamental to good life, good health, good finances. If you're literally not able to make that simple trade off, there's really nothing anyone can do to make you happy.
I love how you can unravel a meal into such an insightful essay on culture - if all philosophers or statesmen could have such dragonfly eyes. This is a banger! I learned that word from Craig, and I figure it works here since before I understood it as a compliment, I thought it was just a sausage.
“ It's just sad ultimately. I’m all for bottom-up culture and the working man and having unpretentious tastes and a sense of humility, all can be fine and noble attributes. But what I don’t understand is an attitude of ‘that’ll do’. ”
Agreed on this fully. Imo, the perfect blend between unpretentious and fine dining tastes is simple food that’s executed with just a little more effort (fried chicken that’s brined or using a thermometer to get a tritip roast to a proper medium rare)
"Where you find great food you will find people who know who they are and where they are. Where you find crap food you will find people who are alienated from their own past and environment, only to be blown around by the day-to-day forces of whim, appetite, novelty, and advertising."
Here are two sentences that encapsulate a point that few people, it seems, understand. Nicely done—although this essay is specific to a culture and a country and even a time period, I think it's much more universal, and people from quite distant places will relate.
Based on my own experience, three of the best meals I've had were from pubs or stands from North Yorkshire:
- Best cheeseburger (cheese in particular was a wonderful cheddar)
- Best beef stroganoff (the sauce was rich, the beef nicely tender)
- Best battered fish with mushy peas (though that might have been East Yorkshire, tbh)
On the other hand, one of worst jam filled doughnuts I've ever had was on the train between Manchester and York. Such a waste of sugar and dough and felt like it'd been trapped in plastic for too long.
Learned, heartfelt, and compelling. And I learned something about baked beans and WWII.
There's a dark side to the gastronomy dining sector, and it's the implication and presentation that good food is a luxury item.
I have a whole essay in mind about how home cooking is the foundation of all lifestyle decisions and mentality, but it's low priority against other stuff I want to work on right now. The upshot is that the only thing you lose by cooking is a little bit of time and convenience, and slightly higher need to clean, but everything else you gain is fundamental to good life, good health, good finances. If you're literally not able to make that simple trade off, there's really nothing anyone can do to make you happy.
I love how you can unravel a meal into such an insightful essay on culture - if all philosophers or statesmen could have such dragonfly eyes. This is a banger! I learned that word from Craig, and I figure it works here since before I understood it as a compliment, I thought it was just a sausage.
“ It's just sad ultimately. I’m all for bottom-up culture and the working man and having unpretentious tastes and a sense of humility, all can be fine and noble attributes. But what I don’t understand is an attitude of ‘that’ll do’. ”
Agreed on this fully. Imo, the perfect blend between unpretentious and fine dining tastes is simple food that’s executed with just a little more effort (fried chicken that’s brined or using a thermometer to get a tritip roast to a proper medium rare)
"Where you find great food you will find people who know who they are and where they are. Where you find crap food you will find people who are alienated from their own past and environment, only to be blown around by the day-to-day forces of whim, appetite, novelty, and advertising."
Here are two sentences that encapsulate a point that few people, it seems, understand. Nicely done—although this essay is specific to a culture and a country and even a time period, I think it's much more universal, and people from quite distant places will relate.
Based on my own experience, three of the best meals I've had were from pubs or stands from North Yorkshire:
- Best cheeseburger (cheese in particular was a wonderful cheddar)
- Best beef stroganoff (the sauce was rich, the beef nicely tender)
- Best battered fish with mushy peas (though that might have been East Yorkshire, tbh)
On the other hand, one of worst jam filled doughnuts I've ever had was on the train between Manchester and York. Such a waste of sugar and dough and felt like it'd been trapped in plastic for too long.