Again, I’m late. No matter – Let’s put it down to end of semester nerves rather than anything else.

What I’m Reading [about food] this week: The Road to Wigan Pier; George Orwell

Not all food reading consists of cookbooks and memoirs. Some of it is a little more socially significant – though with my belief in the foundational import of food to human experience, it pains me to say that. In any case, as World War II drew inevitably closer, George Orwell was commissioned by the so-called “Left Book Club” to write a polemical defense of socialism as the great hope of humanity in the face of German fascism. The result was The Road to Wigan Pier, a striking description of the life, and food, of the British working class in the late 1930’s. The book has several astonishing moments - a description of the least expensive diet that could possibly keep someone alive particularly stuck in my mind – I never knew that beef dripping and wholemeal bread went quite so far.


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But perhaps the most important thing Orwell says for us today, however distasteful its “class” based snobbery, is his explanation of why people insisted on eating the kind of processed rubbish they ate to their own detriment. As he put it,

“Would it not be better if they [the poor] spent more money on wholesome things like oranges and whole-meal bread . . . ? Yes, it would, but the point is that no ordinary human being is ever going to do such a thing. And the peculiar evil is this, that the less money you have, the less inclined you feel to spend it on wholesome food. . . .When you are unemployed, which is to say when you are underfed, harassed, bored and miserable, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food. A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting off orange juice and Ryvita biscuits; an unemployed man doesn’t. You want something a little bit “tasty”. . . . White bread and margarine and sugared tea don’t nourish you to any extent, but they are nicer (at least most people think so) than brown bread and dripping and cold water”.

What’s striking about Orwell’s observation, of course, is that the same fundamental problem afflicts us today. Yes, the misery of the 1930s is long past, and our world is infinitely richer than the one Orwell describes. But our people still put aside natural and wholesome foods in favor of things that are that “little bit tasty”. It’s still our trendy, richer, populace that poured oat bran into their breakfasts in the 80’s, and embraces the Atkins lunacy today. And we still haven’t been able to persuade people to do otherwise, all the efforts of various zealots aside. One wonders if we’ll ever prevail on this point, or whether a century from now the eating of natural, homemade foods will have retreated ever further into the confines of elite hobby.

Ultimately, Orwell was thankfully wrong when he wrote that “nothing but Socialism can save us from the misery of the present or the nightmare of the present”. Both Nazism and then Communism were thrown back from the gates of civilization’s Vienna despite the dubious aid of the Socialism dream. But devoid of its ideological nonsense, what remains is still a valuable book; and read today, a glorious repudiation to the myth of a zero sum world. I recommend a quick leaf through.


4 pm snack – a lemon-poppy quick bread, with lemon zest. Unfortunately, I ate all of it by yesterday (Wednesday) and was forced to satisfy myself with the new candy bar size Lindt brand dark chocolates I’ve been seeing around.

Lunch:

Pseudo-Japanese soba noodles: This is a really great, quick recipe. Just get some Japanese soba style noodles, boil them in plenty of water, and toss quickly with a little honey, rice wine vingar, and soy sauce. I’d use more of the last, and less of the first, if you see what I mean – otherwise, the noodles sugar overnight. Also, toss in some sliced scallions or green onions while you’re at it.

Rices: I have a great love affair with rice. In part, it’s because of how I was raised; rice is a big deal in a household that eats a lot of middle eastern food. But rice has intrinsic values as well – it’s soft and filling, and serves as a neutral canvas for your best efforts to gussy it up. This week, I used beans and chickpeas (garbonzos) combined with a mix of white and brown rice. Delicious.

Dinner:

½ poussin and potatoes x 2 – okay, so I didn’t actually have a poussin, but a Cornish game hen. Nonetheless, I prefer the British word in this case, even though whether you call it a poussin or a game hen, you basically end up with the same thing - a small, entirely linear, chicken. They make great dinners, though my one complaint is that they don’t produce enough fat to properly roast potatoes. A tin of goose fat would have been a nice addition. But alas – my wallet forbids.

Butternut Squash soup x 2 – what is fall without some kind of squash? Just roast a butternut squash, drop into some chicken broth season with onions fried in butter, and puree the whole affair with a little light cream. You can leave out the cream if you want and add noodles, but in either case the resultant soup should be eaten with crusty bread and gales of freshly ground pepper.

Smoked Salmon - is there a better ready-made meal than a packet of lightly pink smoked salmon? Well, yes - a fresh brie balanced on your lap in a Parisian garden, jabbed with a hastily torn baguette. But failing that, smoked salmon is magnificent. If you insist on strewing a few capers and sliced cornichons on top, you’re welcome to do so – but naturally smoked Scottish salmon needs neither.