And another work week done.
While sitting at breakfast today, I perused a dead-tree edition of Die Zeit. Soma pointed me to an interview with a famous cook, pardon: chef, who expressed some entertaining thoughts. For one, he opines that lasagna is an “infantile” dish – unfortunately he did not elaborate where that opinion did come from. However I am so nosy that I tried to find more on the webs, but I just found a blog entry where he seems to extend the application of “infantile” to the whole venerable family of pasta because “even babies have slurping and sucking reflexes”. Errr, maybe there is some sort of a connection, but be honest: who slurps lasagna?
He then went on to lament the fact that people nowadays just eat processed food instead of cooking, and he boasted: “we only use fresh ingredients. Even the bacon we use is home-made by us”. Oh, I see. Excuse me for a second while I discuss with my neighbours the options of having a smokehouse.
And his advice for people with little time to cook: “just have some maccheroni al pepe, an old Roman dish”. Noodles with pepper. Noodles in general. Why thank you, I’d never have thought of cooking that one after 10 hours of – Wait, this must be a trap! Why do you suddenly recommend doing infantile dishes?
It is not that I am just being obtuse or snarky on purpose here. I appreciate people who suggest to live slower, eat better and stop following trends, I really do.
Just sometimes it is not quite clear whether these people still are in touch with the reality of mere mortals (who for example don’t boast a smokehouse).