Post by keita on Nov 25, 2008 3:58:30 GMT -5
Mark my words: this economy is gonna have us all returning to the kitchen before it’s all over. What I need is to do as someone who writes a lot about women is to come up with a spirituality of cooking so it doesn’t appear as though I’m reinscribing old roles for women when I write about cooking and domesticity.
In the meantime, my goal this weekend is to master the high art of cooking fried chicken. That’s right: I’m fried chicken challenged. A real idiot savant in that area. Mine always turns out burnt on the outside and undone on the inside.
It helps to have a well seasoned cast iron skillet, I’m told. (Something I ‘d forgotten because I’m motherless, remember? Toss the stainless steel pan.) I bought a new cast iron skillet a few weeks back. From one of those fancy gourmet cooking stores.
Every woman needs a cast iron skillet. A well seasoned cast iron skillet. Whether she cooks or not. Besides being great for frying chicken and baking cornbread, it makes a great weapon. My mother showed me that trick years ago when my father came in the kitchen barking out orders and breathing threats down her neck. Wham! I must say that my mother’s fried chicken was the best it had ever been that night.
Yep. This economy is gonna teach us a lot of things. About eminent domain. About everyday epiphanies. About why women for centuries have sworn by their cast iron skillets.--
--Sistapastor Renita Weems
In the meantime, my goal this weekend is to master the high art of cooking fried chicken. That’s right: I’m fried chicken challenged. A real idiot savant in that area. Mine always turns out burnt on the outside and undone on the inside.
It helps to have a well seasoned cast iron skillet, I’m told. (Something I ‘d forgotten because I’m motherless, remember? Toss the stainless steel pan.) I bought a new cast iron skillet a few weeks back. From one of those fancy gourmet cooking stores.
Every woman needs a cast iron skillet. A well seasoned cast iron skillet. Whether she cooks or not. Besides being great for frying chicken and baking cornbread, it makes a great weapon. My mother showed me that trick years ago when my father came in the kitchen barking out orders and breathing threats down her neck. Wham! I must say that my mother’s fried chicken was the best it had ever been that night.
Yep. This economy is gonna teach us a lot of things. About eminent domain. About everyday epiphanies. About why women for centuries have sworn by their cast iron skillets.--
--Sistapastor Renita Weems
