The joy of cooking.

Even after almost 2.5 years, America is a strange place to me. We might share the same language, but in the end I am not convinced that we share the same culture. Never is this so evident as when food is involved. Don’t get me wrong, the food in this area really is incredible and I am often amazed by the diversity, but it is the way americans eat that I don’t understand. It is normally a fast process, more about refuelling than a shared experience to enjoy. This was further enforced for me by one small comment on tv today, where the host of a cooking show proclaimed that for a small extra cost one could buy ready prepared vegetables rather than ‘waste’ the time preparing them yourself, thus giving you more time to spend with your friends and family. However in reality, all I see around me is people so hell bent on saving time that they feel more rushed than ever and savour nothing. It is as if the Men in Gray are stealing their time, and they need a new Momo to save them from themselves.

As a swiss friend once told me, he never considers someone a friend until he has shared a meal with them, even better if you get to prepare it together as well.