The problem: FALLING OUT OF LOVE WITH FOOD
I'm always asked how I have time to cook most of my meals given our "busybusy" lives here in America.
This question is already a problem.
It's not that I have immense amounts of free time to cook as I please; it's that regardless of my schedule, I make time. I don't even consider "not having time," because when something is so crucial that you can't live without it, one doesn't simply go without.
Food is a sustaining pillar of life, but the way we treat our food and our bodies speaks otherwise. Busy city dwellers eat out for convenience or order meal kit deliveries straight home. We've developed a hands off approach to food sourcing, preparation, and consumption - in the process losing the desire to know the journey of farm to belly.
A SOLUTION: FALLING BACK IN LOVE WITH FOOD
I count myself blessed that cooking and baking are two of my great life joys, but living in Copenhagen for 4 months and studying New Nordic culinary culture took those two loves to even greater depths. Four core principles of New Nordic culinary culture include: purity, freshness, simplicity, and ethics. I believe the Nordic essence proves they not only apply to food and drink; they are the sustenance of life.
And then the privilege of dining at Noma: 'twas love and life.To be served by the very chefs who cooked my food, to be able to ask all the questions I wanted about my food, to take delight in tasting unintuitive flavor combinations...it amounted to no less than euphoria.
My Asian-American heritage has also instilled in me a deep belief in communal meals and intricate preparation processes. In Asian cultures, meals are times to not only eat but to sculpt whole meals out of ingredient parts, to gather and share life.
Cooking is creating; consumption is conviviality.
I've realized that not everyone takes so much joy in eating (much less cooking). Cooking is time consuming and intimidating, and food is just fuel to keep us going. But what if these weren't mere activities or means to an end; what if eating and knowing our food were delight and love?
And once we fall in love with something, how could we bear to waste it?