Damn Foodies

 

Post-Impressionism / Albert Marquet/ Girl Embroidering, Seated in a Garden

The one thing that the internet offers that I will really miss is the simple way you can look up recipes to make your meagre fare seem bourgeois.  Look, I despise boojies more than the next guy, but damn their food is great.  

But with the yumminess of their food, comes the side that makes me want to eat cold gruel instead.  This side is the incredible arrogance and snottiness of their harping about just how much money and status signalling they load onto their recipes.  

Look, I worked in a kitchen for years.  The recipes that are served in restaurants aren’t really all that much different than what a decent cook alone in their kitchen can whop up.  Restaurants watch their costs ruthlessly (at least the ones that stay in business do), and they do not go out and buy premium priced ingredients where they aren’t required for presentation.  Good restaurants stay in business with most ingredients being good enough.

There are probably well-versed folk out there that have enough training and experience to discern whether a specific technique or ingredient is optimally used, but they are usually back in the kitchen working.  The folks that come to the restaurant are usually more interested in what the reviewers said or if the restaurant has that ultimate seasoning available, the Michelin Star.  

Wine and food for folks who obsess about it usually ends up being all about status signalling.  Wine tastings done blind give radically different results than the “evaluations” done when the “Judge” knows how much the bottle costs.  I have a feeling that food is the same deal.  

Look,  food is an important part of your life and mine.  Cooking is a joy and eating even a greater one.  But stop thinking that it gives you a reason to be snotty about the whole damn thing.  

But jeez, don’t let me ragging you about your pretentiousness stop you from putting up your ideas, I love ideas, I just am kinda sick of your self-ennoblement.