Earlier this week, I had an all-day cooking event! There were pots bubbling away, doughs kneaded by hand, breads baked in the oven, and both sides of the sink overrun with dishes.
Even though, for the most part, I keep my own schedule these days (or, rather the baby and animals keep me on schedule!), I often have the hurry-up-and-get-things-done-already feeling. I'm trying to make a more deliberate effort to slow things down. (Hard for me? Difficult? Challenging? Yes. But oh, so worthwhile). So, I gave myself the luxury of a full day to prepare a slow, completely from scratch dinner start to finish. I worked around the baby's needs, allowing myself the time to leisurely go about my sole purpose.
We live in an age where convenience has taken priority, and how fast you can do something seems to trump how well you can do it. There exists an arbitrary timeline of "5 minute breads" and "30 minute meals" that, for me anyway, just adds to the feeling of rush, rush, rush. I'm not saying busy families can or should spend all day, every day in the kitchen preparing meals, but I think there's really something to be said for taking our time when we can.
I found doing this gave me a much deeper appreciation for my food and most especially gave me a sense for properly honoring the animals and plants the food came from.
I wish for us all the gift of time for S...L...O...W cooking.