This week-end I spent a number of happy hours barefoot and in the kitchen! My inner feminist was only slightly comforted by the thought that at least I am not pregnant. Yikes! I am one small mishap away from being a stereotype!
In all seriousness though, I spent years determined not to have my identity reduced to any pre-ordained gender role, and I am still very much of this mindset, but that is a subject for a whole other blog. When asked if I liked to cook, I would jokingly respond: “I have a great interest in eating food but none in preparing it.” Little did I know that I had succinctly summarized the chief cause of my weight problem! The “Don’t Cook, Just Eat” series of adverts are targeted directly at people like me. However, my recent food adventures have led me to realize how much we give up when we give up cooking. I have reached the conclusion that every household needs a chef. If you are too wealthy for your own good, you can hire one. If you are like the rest of us, someone in the home is just going to have to step up! If you live with others the role can be negotiated and hopefully shared. If you live alone, it looks like you’re it!
When we turn over the task of food preparation to the food industry, we think we are simply exchanging our hard-earned cash for convenience and tasty food. Not a bad deal. But we are really giving up a lot more along with our money:
- Control over what we put in our bodies.
- Variety – ever notice how all fast and processed food starts tasting the same after a while?
- Health and proper nutrition.
- The pleasure of the creative process that precedes and greatly increases the pleasure of eating.
- The opportunity to at least expend a few calories in the process of procuring a meal! We might not be hunter-gatherers anymore, but at least we can graft a little in the kitchen and restore some of the energy balance that is so absent in the way we consume food today!
Let’s face it – the task of cooking is one that many of us would rather outsource, if at all possible. A troubled relationship with food may, in fact, have begun with a troubled relationship with our kitchens! My early kitchen memories are mixed: on the one hand I get nostalgic when I remember all the peanut butter cookies and crunchies my long-suffering mother allowed me to bake. On the other I remember being made to do the washing up and vowing that when I grew up I would never wash a dish again. My plan at the time was to have a child of my own who I could instruct to do this for me – clearly I did not think this through! However, I would still rather have a root canal than wash a sink full of dirty dishes, and one way to avoid this task is to get take aways that come in convenient throw-away containers 🙂
It has been said that people only make significant life changes when the perceived pain of change is less than the pain of staying the same. If I am honest, it is only because my fast food lifestyle ultimately came with sufficiently negative and damaging consequences that I tentatively took my first steps back into the kitchen. The kitchen used to be the place where I made tea and toast and got stuff out of the fridge. It is now the place where all my meals are produced. Yes, it’s messy. Yes, there are mountains of dirty dishes left in my wake. All I can say is thank the good Lord for dishwashers. But it is also way more fun than I would ever have imagined!
Confession time: I have a thing for celebrity chefs. I used to treat cooking shows like a spectator sport. I know, I know, but as easy as our fetish with the celebrity chef craze is to satirize, it has helped make cooking glamorous again and break down any gender stereotypes about who may occupy this role in the home or the work place! I am currently indulging in Gordon Ramsay’s “The Ultimate Cookery Course”. The one where he actually stands in his kitchen and shows you how to cook, instead of being a potty mouth and haranguing hapless restaurant owners! I picked up some really useful techniques and managed to turn out a couple of really decent meals as a result. Here is photographic evidence of my latest efforts:
A lovely Sunday breakfast treat. Got the quinoa pancake recipe online and the berry topping was inspired by Gordon Ramsay. I used strawberries and blueberries which I cooked in a pan on the stove with the zest and juice of one lemon, a tablespoon of vanilla extract and a couple of tablespoons of balsamic vinegar. Ramsay starts by caramelizing sugar in the pan, but I skipped that and they still came out absolutely delicious. Simmer until the liquids reduce down to form a nice syrup and you have an ideal pancake topping!
For lunch we had a vegetable frittata, garden salad and some amaranth crackers with organic tomato sauce and cheese. It was one of those “use all the veggies in your fridge” meals that worked out rather well:
It is looking worse and worse for me! I have just confessed to watching celebrity chefs and I am now forced to admit that I am one of those annoying people who photographs their food. I couldn’t resist this one because I was so proud that the frittata released from the pan and I was able to present it at the table in one piece! Again, this is thanks to a technique I learned on Ramsay’s show: loosen the sides with a knife and then bang the pan a few times on the counter before tipping it over onto a cutting board, put a plate on top and flip. These are the small victories helping to build my confidence and inspire my cooking Renaissance!
Although there is so much about The Biggest Loser that depresses me and represents the exact opposite of my approach to weight loss, I was impressed to note that the contestants have to prepare their own meals while on the show. Even better, they are given challenges where they need to make this work in real life. This is encouraging as they are learning a skill that gives them a shot at sustainable weight management when they are no longer being held accountable by television cameras and public “weigh ins.” If you are going to take any pointers from the show, that is one of the ones I would recommend.
So where do you stand on the whole kitchen thing? Are you an occasional visitor, or regular fixture? Does it take days to fill up your dishwasher, or does the poor thing struggle to keep up with your capacity to dirty every dish and utensil that you own? If you are concerned with your weight or your health, I suggest you make friends with your kitchen. Or at least make friends with someone else who knows their way around and doesn’t mind sharing!