A Word From The Dinner Table….
I just stepped away from our new country table having finished a wonderfully non-pretentious meal. We dined on a delicate chicken vegetable soup with carrots, corn, potatoes, green onion and seasoned with a pinch of salt and pepper. While not fancy, I find great comfort in such dishes. They seem somehow more, um, fulfilling than anything one might grab from the store’s freezer section and microwave. The kind of food that seem to beg you to take just one more bite. One more little taste.
Store bought dishes often are awash in a plethora of spices and flavors all designed with one purpose in mind; to make you think that what you are ingesting might be somehow equal to that which you could make yourself. It isn’t. Not by a long shot. I think that one of the things we have lost in the last thirty or forty years is that loving touch that seemed to season the food coming out of the kitchen and onto the table.
Forty years ago there wasn’t much to recommend buying one’s dinner at the local Swap & Save. Only those with no other option would think of doing so; single men, ladies away from home, those living in hotels or such. In almost every other home you would find a wife or mother taking a few minutes to turn groceries into dinner. After all, what is a pot pie but a cup of flour, a little Crisco, some veggies and a smattering of whatever leftove meat was in the fridge. That simple step of taking a few minutes of care to prepare it seemed to add a rich and filling flavor that made store or restraunt food seem somehow dull by comparison.
So in the future, if you have a mind to and agree, try to take a few minutes of your own and flavor that dish that only you seem to be able to make. Be adventuresome! Try something new! It doesn’t matter what it is you make, because it will be seasoned with that one seasoning you can’t buy on a grocer’s shelf; love.