Intolerants Rant: Homemade is Sometimes the Only Way – An Intolerant Food Frenzy
It’s Memorial Day weekend and I’ve been out walking until my feet burn red and my back aches. The sun has finally decided to come out and the weather is playing nice, which means one would be foolish NOT to soak up some sun, discover new neighbourhoods and get art-i-fied in the process. Hence the reason for a delayed post today.
Besides, a girl needs a break now and then.
That being said, I also haven’t been too inspired as of late by the places I’ve eaten at. Not that they haven’t been good, but more so because the last few establishments I’ve found myself in have been cookie-cutter replicas of one another. Food falling into a “that was ok, but I probably would have enjoyed eating at home more” category, coupled with a hum-drum atmosphere that didn’t incite me to take a single photo or jot down one poorly scrawled note on the back of a napkin.
As I was walking home this afternoon, this got me thinking about some of the best meals I’ve had. Thankfully, I’ve had the good fortune to try a variety of kitchens and dine at enough restaurants that it could be construed as borderline shameful. While I’ve had many a memorable meal and will not stop searching for the perfect Michelin-starred or rustic dish, sometimes I think some of the best food I’ve had has been in my own kitchen or that of friends/loved ones.
Hot filets of meat that come piping hot off the stove or loafs of bread that pop out of the oven. Spicy and savoury kale chips? Check! Sinfully rich desserts that can put grandma’s crème caramel to shame? You bet. Salads, soups and mixed greens that are the perfect combination of light and fresh (or heavy and comforting) and taste exactly the way you expect them to taste?
But of course.
I’m pretty I feel this way because when something is made at home you have full control over what goes in – or stays out – of your food. I don’t have to ask anyone to double check if butter has been used to grill the fish or if a dollop of cream has gone into the soup, and after taking part in the ritual of shopping for my ingredients I can ensure that quality and (as much as possible) local items are used.
I also think that making or indulging in (so true in my case since I’m not much of a chef with the exception of mouthwatering salads and/or pretty slick dairy-free desserts) something homemade involves nourishing yourself with food that’s made with a great deal of kindness, passion, joy and love attached to it.
I mean, that chicken noodle soup that mom used to make? There’s none other like it.
What about you? What’s some of your favourite homemade fare?