So, cooking – it’s not really my thing.
Some people get really into cookery and use seasonal ingredients and make their own gnocchi and everything. I would like to be one of those people. But sadly, I can muster up very little enthusiasm for cooking. But I still cook a little. After all, one must eat!
Since my cookery repertoire is so meagre I often find myself browsing big recipe sites to get spinach ideas and the like.
And I read the comments.
Comments are the scourge of the non-feminist internet. The more general and mainstream the site, the more bigoted and venomous the comments, and usually I avoid reading them unless I’m feeling very masochistic.
But I always read comments on recipe sites because they are 1) informative, and 2) quite low on bigotry (I suppose it is difficult to inject a lot of racist / sexist bile when you’re commenting on something as apolitical as spinach and potato soup).
But recipe comments suffer from their own pollution.
It seems every second or third comment makes reference to the commenter’s husband. Like:
I thought this recipe was okay, but my husband thought it was way too spicy!
My husband usually hates vegetables, but he thought this was nice. Will make again!
In fact, it seems that maximum husband-approval is the greatest compliment one can pay a recipe:
Wow! 5 stars!!! My husband loved this! He went back for seconds! And thirds! Thanks so much for this!!!
It is incredibly annoying!
It makes me feel like I have teleported into 1950s suburbia (a magical 1950s suburbia, with consumer net access).
It is a reminder of how little things have changed, at least on the domestic front.
I am waiting for the day when I come across a recipe comment along the lines of:
Zomg! My wife loved this. Will make again and again! Thanks!
On that day, I will make my own gnocchi. With a sauce made from seasonal ingredients!