Plugged into my Kitchen
Tuesday, February 25, 2003@ 1:00 AM
Need a scary story for your next campout? Try this: Once upon a time, a mercifully long time ago, kitchens were horrifyingly empty. Their counters held knives, bowls, and spoons, but where were the mixers, toasters, food processors, microwaves, coffee machines? Oh, my child, it was a sad, desolate time.
Today, though, there are still periodic cries for “back to basics” cooking. In the world of food writing, there always seem to be a few authors determined to make the rest feel guilty, showing the superiority of their purist methods of cooking, in which they’ve unplugged their kitchens.
I am not one of these writers.
Today, though, there are still periodic cries for “back to basics” cooking. In the world of food writing, there always seem to be a few authors determined to make the rest feel guilty, showing the superiority of their purist methods of cooking, in which they’ve unplugged their kitchens.
I am not one of these writers.
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