I’ve been thinking about this question a lot lately, and there seem to be so many answers– for fuel, for pleasure, for survival. It is inextricably bound to the broader question: why do we eat?
Out to dinner last week with my husband and a colleague of his, our conversation kept returning to this one question, and we weighed out the different possibilities. The epicurean, in the truest sense of the word, one who cooks entirely for his own pleasure, never thinking about health, moral ramifications, or weights and balances. Or the marathon runner for instance, who sees food purely as fuel– “If I eat so many grams of carbohydrates, they will fuel my run for approximately so long.” Then there is the chef, often cooking for others, experimenting with textures, colors, flavors– the artist.
Take the organic food movement, a movement that seems bound by many of these concepts. One [...]
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