Home alone today. One of those days where I’d have the house spick and span before my husband comes home if I were more domestic. But I’m not, apparently, at least not today. I had a friend over for coffee so I suppose I can count that as an achievement for the day. Still wearing sweatpants though (it’s 3:19pm). Being pregnant, I fully believe that self-care is the most important thing that I do, but I’m still debating whether a day of total sloth counts as self-care or not. Tea and yoga and a bundled walk on the beach might be more appropriate? But then I truly miss the day of utter laziness that I feel owed by the end of a work week.
I suppose the trick is to not feel guilty about it. If the day is going to be absolutely lazy, commit to it. Hot chocolate in bed, teen mom re-runs (oh yes, really) and maybe a shower. Hedonistic, sloth-ful bliss. Tomorrow maybe I will start on my apartment therapy January cure…or maybe not.
Some things change: a location, a job, an education, a life stage, a boyfriend. Some things stay the same: treasuring slow calm moments with beautiful ingredients, a belief in the inherent equality and dignity of all people, a desire for connection, family, and love.
So here I sit, 3000 miles and five years from the last post on this blog. And here I sit, married, pregnant, barefoot, in the kitchen most days, and still a feminist (with an extra degree and theoretical orientation to back it up). Life has felt like a constant transition, progress towards the new and different and hopefully better, for a few years now but perhaps never more than now. There is life growing inside me, the leaves will fall and be reborn before I meet this little human, and I am constantly pondering the daunting task of raising a curious, kind, and happy child in this world and time.
Putting more and more pieces together in what will be this little one’s room this morning and sipping hot chocolate in the chair where I will rock them to sleep on many many nights, I can’t help but wonder where this progress will bring us in the next year – or five?
So I have to admit, I have been stuck recently. I had several of the saddest baking experiences of my life within mere days of each other and have been feeling too disheartened to blog about them – I get attached to my baked goods! In short: first I killed the sourdough starter that my friend gave me, then I tried to make rolls (which has historically not been a difficult task) and FAILED, miserably. Then to redeem myself, I made more rolls , only to fail a second time. With Thanksgiving right around the corner (a month is right around the corner to a food and hospitality obsessed person such as myself) this kind of thing just will not do. So…anyone have a knock-out roll recipe? I’m looking for soft, buttery, pull-apart rolls. I’ve made them before but have never recreated them and have now lost the recipe…
My most recent cooking experience, while good, was of course not documented. After the string of dissspointments I decided to just cook my heart out one night and I did…Roast chicken with spicy kale, gravy and rolls with orange scented strawberry shortcake and honey cream for dessert. Oh, divine. Anyhow, I promise I will be back soon with something delicious and documented for your enjoyment, until then, enjoy the fall!
Filed under Food, Musings
This article by Michael Pollan is what really got me thinking and led to this blog. The article, in New York Magazine is entitled “Out of the Kitchen, Onto the Couch” and is full of disturbing factoids about the kitchen habits (or lack thereof) of the average American since the success of feminism. The article got all sorts of press, mainly outrage from the feminist ranks, but I for one think the man’s got a point.
It absolutely does not need to be the woman, but someone should ‘slave’ away in the kitchen for at least 30 minutes to an hour to prepare dinner each night. Imagine the things that would improve, families who eat dinner together are going to stay together longer, know more about their kids, be thinner (no more McDonalds), and just happier on the whole (disclaimer: these are musings, not facts. They are also, however, common sense). Pollan suggests that despite protestations of having no time to cook, the average person actually spends more time watching others cook on television than doing it themselves:
“Today the average American spends a mere 27 minutes a day on food preparation (another four minutes cleaning up); that’s less than half the time that we spent cooking and cleaning up when Julia arrived on our television screens. It’s also less than half the time it takes to watch a single episode of “Top Chef” or “Chopped” or “The Next Food Network Star.” What this suggests is that a great many Americans are spending considerably more time watching images of cooking on television than they are cooking themselves — an increasingly archaic activity they will tell you they no longer have the time for.”
Perhaps this problem could be solved if feminism and never-cooking were extricated. If a woman gets home early and has an extra hour, she should make dinner. If a woman enjoys cooking, likewise. Although women and men should be equal, we need not be the exact same and I for one, will be thrilled to cook the roast while my beau mows the lawn.