I’m the first person to admit I am addicted to cooking. I am, dare I say it, obsessed. I cook, and bake, and talk nonstop about what I’m cooking and baking. I’m sure my friends are sick of hearing about my latest pesto adventure, or how an undercooked loaf of pumpkin bread actually made me cry. One time I was making caramel and it seized up, hardening prematurely, and I freaked out…but that’s another story for another day.
I attended an AAP Seminar last week, and we were talking about how the cookbook market is seeing a lot of growth among 20somethings. Why do you think that is? The last few years have seen Top Chef, Iron Chef America, Chow, Eater, Grub Street, dessert trucks, and hot-shot chefs with anger management issues…Food has become a part of popular culture where it wasn’t before. Maybe it’s that third wave feminism told women that we should have the option of getting back in the kitchen, for fun and not as housewives. Maybe it’s just a cultural fad that will gradually shift out of style again…I have no idea.
So between episodes of Top Chefand my next pot of butternut squash soup, I’m asking my 20something readers the following question: Why do you cook? The most thoughtful comment wins one of the following books: Kitchen Confidential, Ace of Cakes, or The Pleasure is All Mine.