Check out Sierra Filucci's East Bay Express Article, "Back to the Microwave"
http://www.eastbayexpress.com/news/back_to_the_microwave/Content?oid=1199035Anyone resonate with this story? I'm feeling the author's point that a feeling of exhaustion -- brought to the kitchen and table even beyond the ingredients -- influences food choices.
As a child of the 80's, I grew up in a small Filipino American immigrant family in southern California. Both parents worked late, erratic hours in healthcare and there was little time for slow-cooked family dinners, or even eating dinner all at the same time. There was the promise of a quick meal, and of eating the foods of a new country, which came in the form of canned and frozen food advertised as wholesome (or at least dependable) and affordable.
My sister and I eventually rebelled in our early teens, her becoming vegan and me cooking made-from-scratch meals. I used to feel cheated out of the fact that there was no grandmother figure (like in the movies) passing on time honored, traditional recipes by the light of the stove. Or that in our desert town, few things grew locally and tomatoes were hard and pink. But sometimes just getting food heated and on a table at all felt like a victory. I try to keep this reality of exhaustion for many people in mind, as I continue on this food path.