Posted by Ursula on Saturday, 17 May 2008
I have just had a wonderful thought; Sartre eat your heart out, but then you never cooked, did you?
As humans get older some resemble their ready made, microwaved, never questioned, never savoured, rushed selves. Purpose: Get your fill.
Others are of the “try and pretend to make an effort” brigade of thrown together fresh ingredients; still to be served in a jiffy; dishwasher being filled before you have barely put the cutlery down.
And then there is authenticity. A carefully put together large quantity of quality ingredients, put in an oven at low temperature, giving it time to mature; say four hours in the case of Bolognese sauce (humans take a little longer to tenderize). One portion for now, the rest to be cooled, chilled, frozen; to be enjoyed – with the same pleasure – another time.
Mind you, even the most patient cook occasionally gets it wrong; goes to sleep thinking everything is well; only to wake to a rather dry mess.
U
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