All of my life, I’ve been a “big guy.” I’m tall, I’ve never been small in any regard, and as I’m sure many of you reading this will understand, it’s something that you have to keep an eye on. Part of it is genetics, an accident of birth. Part of it is bad decisions on my part, or on the part of the people responsible for me at the time.
But I’m an adult now (a reasonably sized and fairly attractive one, if I must say so myself) and it’s time to talk about gustatory habits, some of which made me the fat kid years ago.
I have become obsessed with one simple concept, and it has come out here recently, and will come out again in a more fully realized format soon. But it is basically the simple, simple idea that LESS. IS. MORE. Fewer bites, more flavor, more enjoyment. (That idea doesn’t just apply to food, by the way. It also applies to words. But more on that some other day.)
I love food, and I love cooking. And I love television. So guess what? When I have time to decide what to do next, I might most likely decide to watch a cooking show.
I’ve watched cooking shows for years. I learned the basics of cooking 25 years ago from David Rosengarten and Sara Moulton. Then Emeril, then Alton.
Then, at some point, cooking seemed to change from finesse to sheer volume. From “flavor” to “filling the plate.” Continue reading