What? Got astonished by the title? Or feeling a little out of place with this?
You ate your anger. Heard of that right?
Well then how is it astonishing?
Sure but Srestha do you understand the fact that anger and food don't go that well. It doesn't make the food tasty or doesn't allow it to champion it's hero ingredients. It requires Patience.
Right. Very well.
Let me tell you a short story right out here.
*Warning you here itself, might feel like a biased ranting induced diary entry.*
There is this girl who wakes up every morning and listens to a whole lot of orders and is handed a dutifully overstacked checklist right in front of her sleepy eyes - why? Oh silly, because she's a girl. You fool. Sure women serve the last meal for herself and her "gendered" folks; sure she doesn't sulk in front of the kitchen sink expecting one of her "better halves" to come up and smilingly take up the load of bathing their hands in soap and foam to clean horrendous amounts of eaten or half eaten delicacies; sure she doesn't hesitate in halting her sleep to meet the hungers of all age ranges; sure she is just another underrated chef who stands there and throws some spices to cook up food - the main ingredients are always the vegetables and raw meats bought from the market ( just like the uterus has no function in carrying the child, the phallus takes all the standing ovulation); ofcourse she's just a WOMAN, WOE ADDED TO A MAN.
Umm, let me think cooking needs patience and a lot of extra efforts in rinsing that extra dirt out of vegetables. It requires the right amount of time and consciousness (yes) to let the oil sizzle the spices to that extra level when it would start leaving off the scent which would enhance the aromatic experience. The one who cooks the food doesn't cook to satiate the yearn of taste or hunger, but it's cooked to satiate all types of senses. Which obviously might as well include anger. Anger induces passion. The anger of not getting a fulfilling life, the anger of not being appreciated enough, the anger of not being just Enough - all these could be troubling our entire being. Cooking allows that trouble an arena of escapism.
I have myself been able to chop off so much of anger with the help of vegetables. Chillies- God they are a lifesaver. They help me a lot with therapy. The point is everything has been named as delicate and patient for our kind in order to make us fit in a mold of cake and let that cake bake at any temperature - it will come out as perfect. DUH NO!
We as humans are all imperfect pastas and trust me they are enjoyed in various shapes. Some spices are ground in order to gather the taste, some vegetables are sidekicks and some meats are just incorrigible (indigestible) but they all make such awesome mouthfuls of exotic cuisines. We need love, rage and sadness to cook up the food that represents us and who we are. Some foods require patience and some require too much impatience like the original pizza of Naples where it's kept in the oven just for 90 seconds yet it just comes out perfect.
Cooking channelizes a lot of suffering and love, all mixed together. If we did a closer study which ofcourse is there (gastronomy, food ethnography, etc) we would realize food helped many women come out of the curses of Manu to make impeccable courses.
Hope you enjoyed this playful rant. Don't take it to the heart. After all it's not about #allmen.
Amen!
Plus, some dishes that are imperfect as hell presented right out here. Would be glad to receive your stories on rage and cooking.
Adios!
I love this fun rant!! There are those who eat to live. The others live to eat. For those of us who cater to all the whims of these consumers, regardless of our own varied states (emotional, psychological, physical, etc), we are lucky, believe it or not, to find satisfaction/ relief in cooking. It really is a powerfully expressive form of therapy and art. The consumers really ought to try their hand at it!!