A Cooking Manifesto

To cook is to be human.

To consider, again and again, our need for sustenance.

They say modern architecture is making us depressed. A sterile environment lacking creativity, accounting only for efficiencies and industry. I argue the same is true of food.

Efficient: a thirty minute meal. Industrious: to eat cheaply, or else. To consider as little as possible: the dump and go meal. To be in the kitchen for minutes rather than hours, as one should be squeezing more from the day than a meal. Never mind the food. Eat to live.

What I sense, when stressed, is a return to the kitchen, not a turning away from it.

To ground oneself at the helm of the stove, around a soup pot, behind the counter kneading bread, is to beat back the incessant discontent of our culture and to take up the mantle of simple joy. A daily need accounted for, with gratitude, with intention, with quietude.

We are here to facilitate, in some small way, a turning back to this way of life. 

A life centered in the kitchen, where conversation and culture are created. A room alive with living food and living humans, working together in tandem to soothe the soul and create room for nourishment. 

I want to join hands with you in a return to the joy of cooking. Simple, incredible ingredients. Slow, learned technique. Kitchen culture. Will you join me?