So here's the thing about food blogs.
They are there to make you feel bad about yourself and about that burger you just ordered in for dinner, because THEY just had burgers for dinner, and they made the buns from homemade spelt flour that they ground themselves, the lettuce from their organic locally fair traded food garden, and the burgers from a cow they knew themselves (they called her 'daisy.')
Yes, yes, guilty as charged. I too am part of the problem.
Here's the thing, though, and here's what I firmly believe about food blogging: WE NEED MORE IMPREFECTIONS.
I say this to you just a few days after ruining a smitten kitchen recipe. I had this cream that was going to go bad, and I thought, aha, here's this ricotta recipe, let's turn the leftover cream nto cheese and it will be delicious and perfect and everyone will admire me.
It was not perfect, and there were no bunnies and rainbows.
Ok, so I didn't quite follow the recipe - I used too much cream and not enough milk - but that shouldn't really have mattered. Maybe I needed more lemon juice. Maybe the cheesecloth wasn't thick enough. I don't know. The point is, I've been cooking for 24 years (yes, that's right, 24 YEARS. Who know I had that kind of work experience?) and I still get imperfections.
There's this axis, you see, of perfect vs. imperfect in cooking and blogs. Obviously you want the pictures to look nice. Obviously. Nobody wants to see that burger you made last night that looks like the cat threw up on the bread. But on the other hand, and I'm citing some very real examples here, when I read online about that mother of ten who just threw together a simple weekday dinner comprising of raw carrots with an organic truffle balsamic glaze, curried quinoa pilaf with raisins and cardomam pods, and creme freche a lá fancy shmancy organic duck bird glaze, lightly braised with the tears of unborn children, I just want to shoot myself. Ok, shoot her then myself. Ok, just shoot her.
My point is, ain't nobody that perfect. And food isn't meant to be perfect. Food is meant for you to think that your grandmother made THE BEST matzah ball soup. Food is for feeding your family and friends, so that they love and appreciate you more and would be sad if you died because who would feed them. Food is for sustenance, so we don't go around in the world looking like Twiggy (or whatever that super thing model's name is.)
These days, food has become for bragging about. I've got two words to say to that, and I'm also saying them to myself:
Less food bragging. More imperfect food.
So, on that note, I'm going to give you the recipe for one of the most disgusting, barely edible things I've ever cooked, so you don't have to try it yourself. Seriously, don't try this at home.
T'was the day before the day before pesach or so. We were cleaning out the fridge (and that's a 'we' being myself and spouse, so it wasn't even that many years ago) and had barely any food left in the larder. This is what happened for dinner:
- spinach from freezer
- cheese from freezer
- bulgur from cabinet
- can of butter beans from cabinet
- maybe an egg?
- probably some cheese, though not a lot and not a good cheese
- maybe yogurt?
- some strange herbs, like dill
- an onion or garlic, because there's always an onion in the home
1. Fry onion and garlic.
2. Ok, so I know that spinach and beans is a recipe, and that would work well together. Put that in.
3. Ok, so that would go well with cheese. Sure. Put cheese in.
4. Well, I have a recipe for bulgur and spinach...so, beans and spinach, yum, spinach and bulgur, yum...spinach and bulgur and beans yum?
5. Ah what the heck, let's just empty the entire contents of pantry into this pan. I'm sure it will taste good eventually.
6. Eat. Not good. Choke it down, because pesach.
7. I mean it. Do not try this at home.