"Americans think the real lemons in their cleaning sprays excuse the fake lemons in their food"
That said, this is what happens when your culture doesn't have a culinary tradition and is supplanted by fast food, hyperprocessed shit, and a thousand versions of the same sugar water
It makes me sad to think of all the cooking culture and knowledge that's been systematically replaced by corporate food. Everything my grandmother knew how to make (and grow and preserve), I have to relearn from youtube in my limited spare time. I mean, it's very good that women have been somewhat liberated from the kitchen, but I wish the solution had been "everyone learns to cook and shares the duties" instead of "Kraft and McDonald's cook for us"
My maternal grandmother was one of the best cooks I know. She wouldn't have called herself a feminist, but she was. She was rough and tumble as a kid, regularly beating up the neighborhood bullies (and her older brothers). Ironically she didn't learn how to cook growing up, she learned from my grandfather. They frequently shared the cooking duties. He slapped her once, just once, she smack him over the head with a rolling pin. He died in 2003 from a stroke, she died the same year from a broken heart.
What's the saying
"Americans think the real lemons in their cleaning sprays excuse the fake lemons in their food"
That said, this is what happens when your culture doesn't have a culinary tradition and is supplanted by fast food, hyperprocessed shit, and a thousand versions of the same sugar water
It makes me sad to think of all the cooking culture and knowledge that's been systematically replaced by corporate food. Everything my grandmother knew how to make (and grow and preserve), I have to relearn from youtube in my limited spare time. I mean, it's very good that women have been somewhat liberated from the kitchen, but I wish the solution had been "everyone learns to cook and shares the duties" instead of "Kraft and McDonald's cook for us"
My maternal grandmother was one of the best cooks I know. She wouldn't have called herself a feminist, but she was. She was rough and tumble as a kid, regularly beating up the neighborhood bullies (and her older brothers). Ironically she didn't learn how to cook growing up, she learned from my grandfather. They frequently shared the cooking duties. He slapped her once, just once, she smack him over the head with a rolling pin. He died in 2003 from a stroke, she died the same year from a broken heart.