Hullo to readers old and new! Sunday morning feels to me like the right time to read essays about food and society. I hope you agree. You can see all the back issues here. If, in thirty years, anyone is left on earth who cares about this kind of thing at all, we may come to look back on the time between the great mortgage robbery and the first pandemic of the 21st century as a golden age for the preservation of culinary traditions. In the last year alone, I have found myself poring over intensely detailed cookbooks for any number of cuisines which, given the global distribution of purchasing power, seemed unlikely candidates for careful documentation in America. To name a few:
Love this post! It reminds me of how my mom cooks too—by feeling rather than by measuring. Thanks for sharing.