Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Cookbook Exploration

     The cookbook that I chose to explore is entitled, Feast of Goodness, by the W.M.U. of Bethlehem Baptist Church.  The cookbook tells you a lot about this group of women.  On the second page of the cookbook, they have included the times of the different services at their church, as well as, an open invitation for all visitors to come.  Then on the fifth page they included common emotions, such as afraid, bereaved, depressed along with where you can find it in the Bible.  Throughout the cookbook they have included inspirational quotes and Bible verses as well.  If you did not know that the W.M.U. of Bethlehem Baptist Church put this cookbook together, you would be able to tell that some sort of church group put it together just by looking at what they have included in their cookbook.  Throughout the book, it is clear that they are targeting mothers and wives.  On page 24 of the cookbook it says, “You can’t always tell what makes a man tick until you meet his wife. She may be the works.”  This insert shows that the women who made this cookbook, intended for it to be read and used by wives. 
In David Sutton’s article, “Cooking Skills, the Senses, and Memory” he says,” Skill raises issues of apprenticeship and repetition, and the education of the senses that allow for the comparisons necessary to judge the successful dish (Sutton 300).”  At the end of this cookbook they include many different tools for the cooks.  Some of the tools include cooking tips, a calorie counter, measurements, napkin folding, microwave hints, equivalency chart, and food quantities. Sutton claims that education is a major part of cooking, and this cookbook reveals this as well.  All of the tools and hints are to help educate the person using these recipes to cook. I found it interesting that the cookbook included a page on microwave hints.  Sutton says, “The microwave is another such device which seems to deskill the cook in relation to the traditional oven (Sutton 304).”  Sutton makes it seem that the microwave should not be used; however, in Feast of Goodness it is clear that it is okay with these women to use the microwave during cooking.  Sutton also mentions that food is “a symbol of identity (Sutton 317).”  I think this is relative to the cookbook I have chosen, given that throughout the cookbook the women form an identity for this person cooking.  The identity of a Christian wife/mother is the identity that is conveyed throughout Feast of Goodness. I never really thought about analyzing a cookbook, but it was very interesting seeing how an identity is formed throughout the cookbook.

Easter Sunday


One topic of discussion in my Cooking Up Culture class lately has been memory in association with food.  Given that this past Sunday was Easter, I felt that it was reasonable to discuss the association I place on memory and food in conjunction with Easter Sunday.  Easter is a very important holiday to me. I am a Christian and attend Botsford Baptist Church.  Easter Sunday is the day that Jesus was raised from the tomb, which is a very big deal to me.  This means that He died to conquer death for me.  Because of the price He paid by dying for my sins, I will be able to live again in Heaven with Him.  This Holiday represents so much more to me that Easter eggs and Bunnies.  While I agree that egg hunts and Easter bunny visits are definitely a fun part of Easter, it takes on a much more important role in my life.  It is the basis of my faith in Christ. My church has a “Sonrise” service every Easter morning.  Part of this service include communion, which is the Lord’s Supper.  Communion means “the breaking of bread.” It includes grape juice, which represents the blood of Jesus that cleanses our sins, and a small piece of bread, which represents the body of Christ.  Communion is time in which it is our privilege to enjoy fellowship with our risen Lord with each other.  This is a serious and meaningful time for Christians. After communion is over, there is prayer, and we sing a song before exiting.  This communion brings back the memory of being saved and baptized.  I was saved on February 28, 2011 when I was 18 years old.  This is a memory that is very precious to me, and I hold it close to my heart.  I associate my faith in Christ and my memory of being saved with Communion.  In David Sutton’s article entitled, “ Cooking Skills, the Senses, and Memory: The Fate of Practical Knowledge,” he says “Skill raises issues of apprenticeship and repetition, and the education of the senses that allow for the comparisons necessary to judge the successful dish (Sutton 200).” While I understand that Sutton is not referring to communion, the connection that I make with this statement is that communion incorporates repetition and education.  Communion is something that is done a few times a year, and it occurs in the same way each time.  It is a repeated occurrence, and it also includes education about the Christian faith.  Without the education behind the Lord’s Supper, it has no meaning to you, and therefore you have no memory to associate with it.  Sutton also mentions that food is a “symbol of identity (Sutton 317).”  This can be seen in relation to Communion, because the food involved in communion is a symbol of the Christian identity.  Easter Sunday Communion represents a very precious memory to me and also represents part of the person I am. Sutton’s article expresses the connection between food and memory, which connects to the personal memory I have that connects with Communion. 

 The body and blood of Christ



Memories and a Lasting Bond


Growing up I was always in the kitchen with my mama. She cooked dinner for my family every night of the week, and I was the typical daughter who always wanted to help out.  Holidays were very special, because tons of food had to be cooked including deserts.  Baking deserts with my mama was always my favorite thing to do, because it was our mother-daughter time.  I have an older brother and usually we were all together, but when it was time to cook/bake, it was just my mama and I.  Every holiday my family has a big lunch for us all to eat.  One thing that my mama has always made is red velvet cake.  When I was younger I would help her with this cake; however, now that I have grown up, the red velvet cake is my job.  While she is mixing up a casserole or working on another dish for the holiday lunch, I start working on the red velvet cake.  She has passed the torch on to me.  She no longer helps me bake the cake, but we are still spending time with each other.  While we are bustling around the kitchen trying to get everything prepared we talk about everything going on in our lives.  I still live at home with my parents, but I do not spend much time there given all of the schoolwork I have to do.  This time of cooking and baking with my mom represents something very intimate to me.  I have a chance to talk with her and get advice from her. I chose to bake a red velvet cake for my memory food, because it brings back those memories as a child of helping my mother in the kitchen.  While many tend to say that daughters are “daddy’s girls,” I was definitely a “mama’s girl.” I was attached to her hip as a child, and still can be that way sometimes.  This is just one of the many memories that I have with my mama, and I felt that it strongly represented the bond that I share with her.  The bond that I share with my mother reminded me of the bond that is expressed in Allison’s article entitled, “Japanese Mothers and Obentos: Lunchbox as an ideological State Apparatus.”  Allison talks about how the mother puts precious time and planning into making the obentos for her child to take to school, and this time and effort creates a bond between the mother and the child (Allison 85-86).  These Japanese mothers would spend hours working on their child’s obentos to make it a beautiful piece of artwork filled with colorful foods (Allison 84).  While my mama did not put all of this work into cooking, she did reveal cooking as an art form.  She would take a recipe and tweak it to create something a little different, and she always made sure that our plates were colorful.  She always incorporated colorful veggies for us.  My brother never cared for veggies, but she always made us finish our food.  The children in Allison’s article were expected to finish all of the food in their obentos or they were considered being disrespectful (Allison 86).  I can relate to this, because my mama always expected my brother and I to finish what was on our plate.  She would say things like, “How will you grow up to be big and strong if you don’t eat all of your food?” This activity was extremely fun, because it made me realize how important food can be and that there is a deeper meaning in food than just what meets the eye.  Simply baking a red velvet cake overwhelms my brain with memories of the past. 
 Red Velvet Cake Recipe

My mom and me :)