Riddle me this:
How is it that we are so eager to watch other people browning beef cubes on screen but so much less eager to brown them ourselves? For the rise of Julia Child as a figure of cultural consequence — along with Alice Waters and Mario Batali andMartha Stewart and Emeril Lagasse and whoever is crowned the next Food Network star — has, paradoxically, coincided with the rise of fast food, home-meal replacements and the decline and fall of everyday home cooking.
This question was posed by Michael Pollan in a recent post on the New York Time’s site.
If we have time to sit on our butts and watch people cook, why can’t we find the time to hone the skill ourselves? Have we gotten so used to living vicariously that we’re content to enjoy even basic skills vicariously?
Or alternately, have we become such perfectionists that we’re willing to accept mediocre over the possibility of failure?
It’s a mad, mad world, my friends.