I’ve been semi-vocal about my disenchantment with most restaurant food, and my great love for simple, healthy, delicious home-cooked meals. Guess what? I’m not the only one.
“I used to eat out a lot, and now I eat out very, very little. Eating a good, simple, home-cooked meal is almost always my preference. Every now and then I think, ‘I’ll give it another chance’—and then I do, and it confirms that I don’t want to keep doing this. If I’d eaten at home it would have been healthier, simpler, and way more what I want it to be.”
“I have friends in their forties who grew up right at the height of Mom never being in the kitchen. They didn’t see their mothers in the kitchen in any meaningful way—it wasn’t an integral part of life in the home. So they were opening a lot of cans, or buying fast food. …In my [baby-boom generation] family, at dinnertime, the kids would all help with the final steps: setting the table, helping Mom get the food on the table, helping clear afterwards. It was a team activity, part of what we did together as a family. My guess is that an equally, if not more, common way to gather around food now is to sit around the TV and watch Top Chef.”
