As still life compositions go, the photo to the right is classic in style and weirdly perfect for the essay it accompanies. Helen Rosner frequently writes about food, including a review that convinced me to watch The Bear, and this is the best of her work that I have read:
The Promises of the Home “Composting” Machine
A new crop of techy appliances wants to help fight the food-waste crisis. How virtuous should we feel using them?
In the course of a week, my kitchen produces a shocking quantity of what we might think of as edible trash: apple peels, garlic nubs, a bit of gristle from a steak, Dorito dust, tea bags, the iron-hard heel of a loaf of bread that’s been sitting out overnight. The meat scraps I feed to my dog. The bones and vegetable scraps I store in the freezer in gallon-size ziplock bags and periodically bung into a pot and simmer into stock. But even then, once the stock is made, and the chicken bones or onion ends are leached of all their flavor, I’m left again with edible trash—only now it’s soggy. And then there are the times when the strawberries aren’t sealed right and become fuzzy with mold, or the delivery sandwich turns out to be gross, or the refrigerator’s compressor breaks and somehow we don’t notice, or I’m just exhausted and overwhelmed and want everything gone. Continue reading