Sunday 24 November 2013

tv tray

I really do enjoy cooking and trying new things—as well as tried-and-true recipes that require more effort than the old stand-bys of frozen pizza, boil-in-bag Indian dinners and fry-ups (though all carefully selected), despite that sometimes my offers to help are deferred to setting the table. I insist that it's not laziness that overcomes continuing overtures to prepare something more elaborate than processed foods and ready meals but I question what's in season and has a shelf-life—since I always am a bit put-off by the idea of tidying up afterwards and making such a fuss just for myself.

We barely use the embodiment kitchen-witchery, the microwave oven: plenty of compatible items, which is what processed meals really are, still go with this appliance, but the strange redoubts of speed, faster than boiling water or pre-heating did not seem to delivery something revolutionary. In fact, despite the promulgation of fast- and convenience-foods, however presented with a conscious, there is something quite counter-revolutionary to the notion that all meals in the future will be in re-constituted pill-form. I am a bit skeptical, however, that the claims of food brands are anything more than marketing, pandering to a guilty public who believe that one can undo laziness with a healthier choice—like dry cake-batter calling for a egg to make one believe that one is actually baking something or including nebulous urban-legends concerning burnt or ill-prepared foods, not followed to the letter causing cancer. I load my pizzas with all sorts of unsanctioned and incompatible fresh toppings and spices and probably satisfy myself with the same mechanism.