Amongst my circle of families, friends and acquaintances, I've gained quite the reputation as a cooker of good food. It's not that I'm the second coming of Chef Avril or anything...it's just that I'm one of the guys who cooks with real food, high-quality, fresh ingredients, and I actually cook from scratch. Not to mention, at most pot luck events, I'm also usually one of the few people (sometimes even the only one!) that brings home cooked dishes to begin with. Nowadays, most everyone brings takeout, fast food, or pre-prepared platters from grocery stores.
I'm quite certain others who could not make the event I was regretfully informing the hostess I could not attend, were not regaled with the same regret she expressed to me...
"Darn, I was really looking forward to that bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken you always bring!"
One of the goals of the social engineers that designed to break up the Patriarchal family and get the women into the corporate workforce en mass, was to outsource the feeding of the family from the oppressed, exploited Mothers chained to the home stove, and make we the sheeple reliant on the corporate run, fast food and convenience food industries for the majority of our meals.
From Obesity Epidemic in America:
Back in the ‘60s and ‘70s there was exactly one hamburger stand in our town, Wetson's. We frequented it very, very infrequently, like maybe 3x a year. We also had a Dunkin' Donuts. My dad had a sweet tooth, so he got us a dozen donuts after church every couple of weeks (we went to church every week, we just didn't get donuts every time). On Friday nights we were allowed TV dinners. Other than that, we ate home-cooked food. If we dined out, it was a special occasion. My mom wasn't big on cooking, so if fast food had been more available, I've no doubt we would have been first in the drive-thru line.
Fast-forward to the present as I'm raising my son. Working full-time is not an excuse for laziness in the meal planning department, it's simply part of this equation. We have soccer practice after school, games and tournaments on weekends. My son goes through various evolutionary phases in his choice of fast food. First McDonald's, then Burger King (always Burger King for French toast sticks and hash browns, the breakfast of late-for-school champions). He flirts with Jack in the Box, Taco Bell, In ‘n Out Burger, finally declaring Wendys his all-time favorite.
Ninety percent of these "meals" are consumed in transit. Despite the fact that my German car has no cup holders (think they might be onto something here?), we regularly eat and drink while driving.
Hmmm...it's almost like these uber-busy schedules with both parents (or a single mommy household) too busy with work and extra-curricular activities for the kids to waste time actually preparing healthy food to eat in a pleasant setting at home, are conditions brought about on purpose? Deliberately designed that way?
Maybe we need to re-think these things, no?
Not only are we as a nation getting fat, sick and lazy, thanks to all of this lack of home cooking, we are also raising an entire generation of kids who won't have the kind of cherished memories that stick with kids for the rest of their lives.
Cooking food is one of the ultimate expressions of love a person can do for others. It's no accident the feminist movement defines women cooking in the kitchen for their families an act of slavery, or to deride it as toiling away in the oppression of the "comfortable concentration camp." That's because feminism sells people on the lie that "love" is a feeling you experience. Love is not an adjective. Nor is it a feeling.
It is a verb describing actions you do for others.
Next to smell, taste is one of the strongest memories and connections we have.
There's a reason "Mom's Home style Cooking" or "Just Like Mom Used to Make" are some of the most well used marketing slogans to sell fast/convenience and restaurant dining in commercials, bill boards and advertisements.
Expect this practice to become outdated and forgotten within the next decade, since for most of the current generation of kids growing up, this phrase will become utterly meaningless.
Feminism has done more than break up the marriages between men and women, it's also broken one of the strongest, most sentimental bonds we human beings attach to our Mothers as children.
Memories of eating meals with Mom in the 20th Century:
Memories of eating meals with Mom in the 21st Century:
Got no time for a sit down meal at home, too busy havigitall!
Anyone feeling nostalgic for a meal with Mommy, like in those good ole days?