Locally Grown

Locally Grown Classics: Padding The Words, Coddling The Cooks
2011/01/25, 8:44 am
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Welcome, Faithful Tens, to another installment of what we/the royal I like to call “Locally Grown Classics.”  This is an opportunity extended to your eyes for a second chance to read some words that may have been missed during previous post perusal.  In short, I pick some favorite old posts from the Cook’s Catacombs and repost with commentary (like what is happening right now).

Today’s post was written after watching some movie which had a few scenes of children hating on their mothers’ cooking.  I am fortunate enough to not have had that problem growing up, but know many that had.  A conversation was started as to what happens to your adult tastes when your childhood experience with food is less than appetizing, and what happens when you tell bad cooks that they are doing a good job (I also picked this post for today because of the horse connection with yesterday’s post).  Read on, Readers, for we bring unto your eyeholes a Locally Grown Classic from way back in January 2010 entitled:

Padding The Words/Coddling The Cooks

First off I would like to thank all of you whom have taken time out of your…time to read the words of this cook. It is nice to know there are some like-minded individuals in Des Moines. Keep the feedback coming, and I will keep spouting opinions.

I have some words regarding last week’s Blog, something about Chefs getting along. Apparently this concept has been deemed HORSESHIT in DSM, so please disregard the late night ramblings of a Kitchen Peace Activist. I still urge you non-chefs to pass along the words to any working chefs as I suspect most of the Chefs Of Des Moines have not seen nor have the time to search for this blog. In fact, let all of your friends – in or out of the restaurant industry- know what words have been spit out and encourage them taste the fresh barnyard flavor of Inter-Kitchen Peace.

“What is this HORSESHIT in front of me? I did not realize the internet was powerful enough to carry such a large load of HORSESHIT all the way to my eyes.”

I still think it is a good idea, at least it is a concept that could be locally grown.

On to TODAY’S subject (Notice this says today, not ‘this week’ for I may have MORE THAN ONE POST IN ME THIS WEEK).

Growing up in Iowa is much like growing up any place in the U.S. in that you have to eat food, usually a few times per day. At least once in a while you will eat one of these meals rather reluctantly due to it being mis-represented as food by the crook – er – Cook. Anyone following yet? What I am saying here is that sometime in your life you have had to eat a meal prepared by a family member or family friend and PRETEND IT WAS OK TO EAT. Dry burgers, stringy chicken, bland lumpy gravies, CANNED VEGETABLES, and the like are all culprits here. Crunchy mac and cheese (and not due to toasted bread crumbs), disintagrated lasagne noodles, you all can add a few to the list. What did you do in such situations? More often than not we are taught to grin and bear it. Bad Idea.

“Nathan, how is that yummy meatloaf? Huh?”
“Oh *retch* it’s good, Aunt Geri”
Scene cuts to under the table. Nathan stuffing meatloaf in his pockets for a later rondevouz with the outside trash can or neighborhood dogs.

Nothing good becomes of this passive eating technique. Teaching children to communicate is a very important job which adults drop the ball on when forcing kids to accept the inevitable bland chicken and dumplings as delicious. Showing kids at an early age that it is ok to disagree with food choices, within reason, could mean all the difference in the youngsters’ lives. A child taught to convey their feelings about food can help a future friend discover that they were missing something in their cooking, could lead to happier interpersonal relationships in adulthood, and will ultimately guide them through life as an honest contributing member of society. Allowing a child’s taste buds to create lies to coddle the cook could turn them into a bitter, passive aggressive adult or worse…a FOOD CRITIC.

Anyway, until next time. Bon Apetite for Destruction.


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I still get a lot of mileage out of a food disagreement my mom and I had for YEARS. I always, always have cut the fat off my meat. Mom: “You eat that, it’s good for you.” WELL… of course I have been proven right, that eating a hunk of pure fat is not only incredibly gross, but not “good” for you. Great post as usual, Sam!

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