Sinnika Eliot
Posted on 09/04/2014 1:11:30 PM PDT by EveningStar
The home-cooked meal has long been romanticized, from ’50s-era sitcoms to the work of star food writer Michael Pollan, who once wrote, “far from oppressing them, the work of cooking approached in the proper spirit offered a kind of fulfillment and deserved an intelligent woman’s attention.” In recent years, the home-cooked meal has increasingly been offered up as the solution to our country's burgeoning nutrition-related health problems of heart disease and diabetes. But while home-cooked meals are typically healthier than restaurant food, sociologists Sarah Bowen, Sinikka Elliott, and Joslyn Brenton from North Carolina State University argue that the stress that cooking puts on people, particularly women, may not be worth the trade-off.
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It’s now revealed that Marcotte used this for click bait. Apparently, she has written previously that cooking is a wonderful hobby/habit that all women and men should enjoy. Slate, you liberal whores!
Typical. A small percentage live in motels with no kitchen SO NO ONE ELSE SHOULD COOK. Even if you have no kitchen there are crockpots, electric skillets, and microwaves (which can be used for steaming veggies, baking potatoes, even boiling pasta, not just warming packaged convenience food).
God made women because sheep can’t cook.
Your post reminds me that I think we should have a Free Republic cookbook. I’ve always wondered why Italian-Americans call tomato sauce “gravy.” My husband does this and it amused me when we were first married.
-PJ
I agree with the article, MUCH BETTER to pick up a meal from McDonald’s than to take chances cooking food that very well may be past its prime or spoiled. Who’s watching their parents to make sure the children get safe food? Most people don’t consider the fact that school is only available to feed the kids on school days, not weekends. Pretty SICK society, allowing children to be exposed to what are HORRIBLE, Third World illnesses. Damn the Tea Party. SHAME ON THEM.
(at least that would be my comment to Slate...just to tweak them a bit)
A 17th century English dictionary describes it thus: ‘GRAVEY, BROTHY DRESSING FOR MEAT OR FISH’. The Pilgrim Fathers brought the word GRAVY with them when they arrived on the East Coast in the 1600s. East Coast Italian migrants adopted it from English in the 1860s, as a direct translation of DRESSING. If Americans want to call Salsa Gravy, what’s the problem? As long as they don’t really believe it to be an Italian word. It’s old English! Besides, THERE IS NO LETTER ‘Y’ IN THE ITALIAN ALPHABET!
Sinnika Eliot
Three girls and a boy in our family, and the girls always had to do the dishes after each meal. One would wash, and the other two would dry. I don't think my brother ever washed a dish the whole time we were growing up.
“If you are too busy to cook together and eat together, you are too busy.”
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I stayed home with my kids but as they got older it was virtually impossible to eat together.
Part time jobs,clubs,husband off to the gym directly from work, and sports made it very difficult.
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Most of those with children have been separated/divorced.
She reminds me of Mary Catherine Gallagher (Molly Shannon) on Saturday Night Live. I expect her to put her hands in her armpits and smell her fingers.
The fave food was Indian bad Italian was second, it had taste as opposed the local variety, the beer was good though.
My daughter is a trained Classical French Chef, trying to keep her out of the poor house after I croak.
I come from a old time Yankee family and my Grannie could get you to eat poop, to quote my dad.
If you do that recipe for brisket soak it for an hour before cooking.
Thanks! Ah yes, no luxury dishwasher. And working in the fiefdom of the kitchen. One learns much when entering that realm. Us boys hated working in the fields/animals and the sisters wanted to work outside. Not such a glorious setting for Mom, and hard work for her, too. But learning to work through the mundane stuff day after day provided a good grounding (I call it a “basis of appreciation”) that motivated us all to get where we are today.
Actually, I don’t recall that my old brother washed either. But he was old school! :-)
And it's no wonder, either...just look at them!
I work near Union Station and get down there occasionally. My boyfriend is fond of Jack's Stack. I really miss Little Jake's Eat It and Beat It at 12th and Grand.
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