Call Me a Snob
On my daughter’s recent visit she labeled me a food snob because I tend to make everything from scratch these days. I confess to being guilty as charged and have no regrets.
My tendency not to purchase processed foods -- not even things like chicken stock or bread or hummous or yogurt -- might explain why I end up with not a lot of spare time. Convenience foods and ingredients are designed for just that -- to let you use your time in other ways.
I have recently gotten into making stock from things like chicken necks and feet that would otherwise end up in the garbage. My house perpetually smells of onion and garlic, but I could think of much worse “fragrances”. Today’s pot happens to feature chicken necks.
For lunch I made hummous from some chickpeas I had cooked a few days ago to go into soup. I like the fact that I can completely control the amount of garlic, lemon, salt, and hot sauce that go in. I added some ground cumin that turned it into a regal lunch.
We all decide how to use our time. And this may be a passing fancy. But I rather doubt it because I like this homemade-from-scratch food and I like the idea that it contains no artificial preservatives or other weird ingredients.
I could think of much worse things to be called than a “food snob”!