For the Love of Food
Saturday, November 6th, 1999
I am a Genußmensch, a gourmand, a true lover of food. The pleasure I derive from preparing, eating, smelling, seeing or even just thinking about good food is nearly unparalleled.
I’ve always been this way. Even as a child, I wasn’t a picky eater. There were things that I didn’t like, but the breadth and variety of things I did - and still do - like far outweighed the occasional green bean or brussels sprout that I rejected. One of my parents’ favorite stories is from when I was about 8 years old and I ordered herrings in sour cream sauce in a restaurant. The waitress leaned over and nervously whispered in my mother’s ear, “Does she know what she’s ordering?” My mother proudly responded, “Yes! She loves that!” Maybe I was a strange child. I was crazy about spinach (and even named my rocking horse Spinach), I would steal and eat anchovies from the tin when my mother was making pizza and I would choose pimiento spread over peanut butter cups any day.
The food of my childhood was Italian, or at least that’s what I remember the most. My mother’s father was of Italian descent, and his family taught my grandmother numerous recipes, which she then cooked for us. Spaghetti and meatballs, lasagne, eggplant parmesan, veal cutlets, Italian sausage, “Oma soup”, “tookoo" - olive oil, tomatoes, oregano, parsley, garlic, wine… I would come home from school, and the pungent aroma of rich red tomato sauce would waft over me as I walked through the door. I would throw a fit if I found out that the sauce was to be saved for another day. To this day, I sneak into the kitchen and dip a piece of white bread into the sauce as it simmers and steams, just to taste-test it, of course - and the rattle of the lid on the pot inevitably gives me away.
I am endlessly proud of this little bit of Italian heritage; as a typical “rootless" American, it gives me something to hold on to. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a grandmother who stands in the kitchen all day making an eggplant parmesan that is so heavenly it brings tears to the eyes.
It is this pleasure that makes me thankful to be a food lover. I have never understood - and always been somewhat wary of - people who only eat because they have to. I’ve known several people like that; they dutifully shovel in their nutrients at the allotted times and get no pleasure whatsoever from perusing a cookbook or watching butter melt on peppery mashed potatoes. I feel sorry for these people, because I think that they’ve closed off a potentially huge source of joy and relaxation. I find that when you love good food your opportunities to be elated increase a thousandfold. The whiff of a freshly-baked baguette - pure bliss. A creamy tomato soup tingling on the tongue - a balm for the soul. The sinful richness of homemade pesto - positively orgasmic.
And when you sit around a table with your friends, and everyone is laughing and chatting and nibbling on marinated olives and drinking a good red wine, and you know that the espresso and tiramisu is yet to come - well, what better place is there to be?
Comments
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I couldn’t agree more. Some people are voracious readers, painters, skiers but as for me, I’m a voracious eater. I love different tastes! I like extremes like a salty anchovie pizza and then a rich dark chocalate cake. I love a blazing hot cherry pepper grown in my dad’s back yard followed by one of his world famous grits n’ egg dishes. There is nothing I wouldn’t try. I would try any insect, vegetable, fish, or dessert. My taste buds aren’t finicky, they are my partners in crime. The crime of stealing away flavors from food.
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jessica-some of my best memories of our friendship somehow or another involve food. your lemon chicken. our midnite feasts. our food revenge plot (you like the pesto). even restaurants come in to play…La casita, or the Coffee cup and who could forget many a night at Denny’s (although it wasn’t for the culinary feats of daring). To enjoy life is to enjoy the details. the simple things. Food is a necessity, yes. But when you eat it with gusto or cook it with flair…you are appreciating the details. Bon Apetit!
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I cannot imagine a life without delicious food and friends to share it with. Just as I cannot imagine a life without true love. This is why my fiance (a chef) and I have decided to incorpaorate this idea into our wedding: offering a tapas dinner with suggested wines for them to try. We are elated. I am attempting to find a clever way to incorporate this idea into our invitation. Any suggestionsmon the wording? Please anyone- feel free to send one to kmetzlerk@sbcglobal.net. Bon Apetit!
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Mmmm… Jessica I dont know how half of the stuff you mentioned taste - but your enthusiastic description has left a shine in my eyes. I have had mostly Indian food all my life, Bengali food to be precise. we Bengalis take great pride in being the most widely acknowledged food-lovers in these parts. Personally, I like to try different cuisines. I realised I like Italian food- (whatever they offer as Italian in Hyderabad);-). I ahve suggestions for all you food lovers - do try the shorshe-eelish and the maacher kaalia - both of which are the bengali fish specialities and are rather spicy (just to warn you). Do let me know at d_soumi@yahoo.co.uk if you managed to try these. Hope you enjoy yourselves. God bless our appeties!
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I came across this site whiel searchinf for a recipe for Italian Easter Cake. There is nothing more in this world that is more satisfying then people enjoying their food. It is a pleasure for those of us that prepare, it is also one of the greatest pleasures I ams ure I have given my kids. they know when they come home from school there is always something yummy to welcome them. In these days of diets and eating trends it is a delight to hear of the pleasures that great taste brings, Viva la cucina!
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My mother of Italian heritage always made tookoo. Until later in life I knew “sauce” by no other name. I get pleasure today by raising my daughters and grand children on tookoo!
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