He does give an oblique nod to these factors that encourage us to substitute McNuggets for real food, but then never follows up on his own observation. Here's the bit that seems about right to me:
I wish he'd followed up on that, but he jumps right back to charging fast food companies with working (as I am ready to believe they have) at getting us addicted. There's much more going on here.The core problem is that cooking is defined as work, and fast food is both a pleasure and a crutch. “People really are stressed out with all that they have to do, and they don’t want to cook,” says Julie Guthman, associate professor of community studies at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and author of the forthcoming “Weighing In: Obesity, Food Justice and the Limits of Capitalism.” “Their reaction is, ‘Let me enjoy what I want to eat, and stop telling me what to do.’ And it’s one of the few things that less well-off people have: they don’t have to cook.”
This potholder is part of my inheritance from my mother. She graduated from college in 1930, she was proud of her intellectual accomplishments, and she thought the expectation that as a proper wife she would be put food on the table for her husband every night was an unwelcome burden. She thought cooking was drudgery. It also never occurred to her that anyone else would do it, even to the extent of going out to dine more than three times a year. So she soldiered through the task unhappily almost every day of a more than 60 year marriage.
Bittman would have approved of her understanding of what constituted edible food; she didn't believe you could buy vegetables and fruits out of season; she even made her own jam and pickled peaches. But she hated all kitchen tasks and the food she cooked showed it. She was probably one of the most atrocious cooks who ever lived; some of the stuff she thrust at us nightly was pretty awful. She had no conception of cooking as an art form -- and it wasn't anything she aspired to improve in.
We're only a generation away from women whose relationship to food was this kind of visceral resentment, a stand-in for their general sense that women's allotted roles constrained their potential. That's certainly part of what enabled the fast food marketers to gain their ascendancy.
Resentful women who thought of food prep as part of their oppression are not the only ones who've looked to reduce the amount of time people spend cooking. Part of the vision of nineteenth century socialism was that food prep would be moved outside the home, in a word, "socialized." No longer would individuals (women) be mired in putting food on the table. Soviet Russian industrial enterprises actualized this in what are described as dreary, low-quality cafeterias. Real human beings most likely weren't so grateful to have every last speck of their private lives taken over by what amounted to their employers.
Yet the most imaginative among contemporary U.S. capitalist enterprises also go in for moving the feeding of their workforces to the worksite. Google is famous for its free gourmet restaurants for employees. During a recent civic argument about giving tax abatements to encourage Twitter to locate in a blighted area of central San Francisco, opponents pointed out that Twitter's workers weren't likely to be a boon for neighboring businesses since they could eat for free inside the company compound.
Clearly some people besides McDonalds think they get some benefit from moving eating away from the home.
And nonetheless, the "daily dinner discussion," the preclude to shopping, still feels burdensome. Even where good food is the rule, thinking about it comes to feel arduous.
The truth is, we don't cook much. We come home from work tired and frequently default to the cheap urban take-out readily available within blocks of here: tacos, burritos, chili, chicken caesar salads, pupusas, falafel, less often Chinese or pizza. These come from small enterprises that cook their foods in-house -- we are fortunate not to live in middle-America.
What we do in a kitchen is often just "assembling." Several times a week we create a big salad out of vegetables from the excellent fruit stand around the corner. I don't think Bittman would consider our diet that bad. I consider it a vast improvement on the the diet of my youth or what I see many of my neighbors eat. But we don't really cook much.
Perhaps the new kitchen will inspire us with more enthusiasm. It certainly will be somewhat more functional and cleaner than its antiquated predecessor. But there will still be the thinking ahead and procuring hurdles to jump. Will we be willing to do that?
How interesting, Jan. Except when I'm really, really tired, I've never considered cooking - nor thinking about it, nor shopping for it - a burden.
ReplyDeleteAbout an hour ago, I stopped in Safeway not for food, just some paper towels and such, and stopped cold in front the produce department. Apparently, it had just be restocked and it was gorgeous - all different colors of lovely fresh food stacked neatly and ready for hunting and gathering. I wanted to shop, but have plenty of fruits and veggies at home. Too bad.
Besides liking to cook, here in Lake Oswego, there is almost no takeout. I deeply miss New York City where, within two blocks, there were reasonably priced restaurants or take out for just about any ethnic or American-style cooking you can think of.
Here, there is a (not good) pizza take out joint, one pretty good Japanese restaurant and that's about it so I have no choice but to cook.
I guess that means it's a good thing I don't mind.
I go in spurts on this subject. There are times I enjoy cooking and times it seems to get in my way with other ways I'd rather spend me time. I am not an artist in cooking though as my daughter definitely is. I admire that talent in others but generally eat whatever is handy without much complaint and that includes fast food.
ReplyDeleteHere in a central city, we're about a block from a very busy Walgreens (the drug store and sundries chain). They've recently pulled apart the front of the store and added a food section, including considerable quantities of fruit as well as what look like acceptable prepared small meals for one.
ReplyDeleteThis too may be a direction for slightly better eating, especially for urban residents who live alone.
Jan--In at least the food prep area, you and I must be sisters-under-the-skin. For years, I vowed that the next house I built would not have a kitchen. I lied. Both of the succeeding house had them. It is hard for me to understand anyone like Ronni; but, my husband came from a Yugoslavian family whose women were/are fabulous cooks - to the point of his sister's having owned delis and bakeries. Bah, humbug!
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