Living Well

I love these two profiles at the New York Times about Dan Buettner, a longevity expert.

I entered a cooking depression last week. Sometimes it feels so pointless. All that work goes into a product that is instantly gone. It’s not a book or a painting that will be there for eternity and has the potential to be appreciated by thousands. A meal is for a handful of people for an hour at most. When I started logging my calories into the iPhone app, food became a number, which made the whole process of cooking even more dull.

But there is more to food than a number. It shouldn’t be an artform either. It’s best when it’s fun and simple and honest.


2 thoughts on “Living Well

  1. I am not a cook not because it is pointless, but because i’m poor at planning. It’s not a book or a painting (or, at least a masterpiece book or a painting, because it won’t last forever). But it does last. Just letting the idea run through my mind right now, there are many memorable meals I can remember (from the dish my aunt cooked for me 30+ years ago to the graduation dinner for my daughter ). Food is definitely a glue that ties friends and family together.


  2. Cooking can be creative but cooking can also be just another damned chore. Like laundry or vacuuming. It’s tough to be excited about cooking when you have to juggle so many schedules and/or concerns as well as remember to work your way through the leftovers in a reasonable fashion.

    I’m hitting another rut in my cooking which is not good considering that fall looms on my horizon. And fall is stressful, busy – the time of year when I really need to be able to cook without thinking or funking. Bah. I suppose I will have to return to menu planning again for a while in order to make it happen with the least amount of stress. Monday nights? Roasted sausage with salad and another veggie. Tuesday? Chinese pork and cabbage over cauliflower rice. Wednesday? Rosemary chicken breasts with zucchini. Etc. Etc. Etc. Bah.


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