Monday, November 21, 2016

Process Writing



Andrea MacMichael
11/21/16         
Food and Travel Writing
Process Writing
            I thoroughly enjoyed writing the pieces in this class, and I found that my first drafts came more easily than writing assignments for other writing classes I have taken in the past. I think my ideas and inspiration came more easily because the reading assignments provided great examples for the type of writing we were learning about at any given point in the class. In addition, I discovered that doing writing exercises to get my words on paper helps me focus my ideas later on when I begin writing first drafts of larger works.
            For my restaurant review I relied on examples of real restaurant reviews by Pete Wells and Sam Sifton to guide me in writing because I had never written a restaurant review before. This assignment gave me the most difficulty because it was a new form of writing. I relied heavily on the comments of my peers on this piece as well because I had trouble forming my “but statement” for the critique.
            For the memoir draft, my inspiration came from a previous writing exercise. This exercise from class allowed me ten minutes to write about a particular experience about food, and it forced me to dive deep into description of the atmosphere where I was eating, the taste and presentation of the food, and how I felt about the experience in a quick, informal manner. I wrote about my first time eating sushi, and ended up using this writing exercise to help me write my memoir. A revised version of the sushi scene I wrote in the exercise became the main topic of my memoir essay. The exercise forced me to keep my words flowing, which I have found to be one of the best ways I can begin writing.
            Overall, I learned that a really good way for me to begin any writing assignment is to first get words on paper. Then, looking at related works by professional authors can be helpful for reference. For most of the assignments in this class, I began with too many ideas and found it helpful to get them all down before choosing what was important to expand on, and what could be excluded. In addition, the comments of my peers were always very helpful to me in each piece, and I mainly used them to revise the points in my papers that needed more expansion and detail. It was very exciting to find a good rhythm and writing process for myself and to learn how best I can concentrate my ideas.

My Perfect Meal



Andrea MacMichael
Food and Travel Seminar
11/21/16
Back to the Basics
            I’m not a vegan, or a vegetarian, and I’m not the kind of prepared person who plans breakfast for the next morning and meals for the entirety of the next week. Meals in my life have been about fueling up before practice or household chores. These meals have also been about family- made at home and eaten together. My parents have always scoured the weekly circulars to find the best prices for meat, yogurt, cereal, and especially produce. These have been the essentials for chili, pasta dishes, steak and potatoes, salads, and many more amazing meals I have helped cook at home with my family. Of course, I have loved the “special treats” of fresh mozzarella for caprese salad, the golden loaf of crunchy Italian bread from the bakery rather than the $1 pre-sliced baggie for assembling pulled pork sliders. Everyday eating has not been filled with the most expensive or always the freshest ingredients, but it has always been filled with the good intentions of two hard working parents and more than anything, the personal touch that comes from cooking at home.
            When I endeavored to cook my idea of the “perfect” meal, I was overloaded by more than just what to make, but also how to make it and where to get the ingredients. It is true that buying most products from the grocery store supports an industrial food system that fills us with a whole lot of artificial garbage. It is also true that buying from this system supports poor treatment of the animals we eat, treatment I think most people would consider cruel. But can I stop buying from the grocery store? Do I even know where or how to obtain grass-fed meat and local produce not treated with chemicals or genetically modified for faster growth? The answer is that I don’t know, but I want to do some exploration into other places to buy sustainably harvested food. Before learning about where our food truly comes from in this industrial food system, I would not have thought twice about simply going to the grocery store, because the grocery store was all I knew back home in Metro Detroit. Occasionally my family and I would make the short drive to Detroit to shop at the Eastern Market or the Gratiot Market, but those trips were infrequent and I think many of the products sold are still connected to the widespread industrial food system.
Nonetheless, I came to a point where I had to decide what I valued for this “perfect” meal I was going to cook. Accounting for my lack of knowledge about where to buy sustainably harvested food in general, let alone in the Kalamazoo area, I decided to go with what I have grown up believing: a few fresh ingredients and some careful preparation always makes for a tasty dish.
About every two weeks my family and I load up an entire cart piled to the top with a rainbow of various vegetables and fruits from a Market in Dearborn called Super Greenland. While also selling packaged goods and meat, the store is mainly a produce market. Wacky Wednesdays are the days we nudge our cart along through the stampede of other customers with shopping carts. Eyes light up at signs displaying: 2 heads of romaine for 50 cents, 17 lemons for $1, 2 pineapples for $1, and 50 cents/pound of apples. Every day, but especially on Wednesdays, this market sells out whole displays of cucumbers and tomatoes, nectarines and grapefruits for dirt cheap prices. Produce from this market has made many colorful, healthful, and delicious meals at my home, and I am thankful that some markets make it affordable to load up a cart with the good stuff.
So for my perfect meal ingredients I went to Meijer, because that is what my parents would have done (we have Kroger in Southfield, but that is beside the point) to find ingredients for a quick meal like the one I was going to make. To be good, it didn’t have to be fancy, say ratatouille or a prime cut of meat. In fact, I’ve never eaten ratatouille, and I don’t feel like I am missing out.
I wandered down the bright isles of Meijer, zig-zagging through parked carts and loads of people searching the shelves. I picked up the cheapest box of spaghetti noodles I could find, a package of fresh basil and parmesan cheese, two cartons of cherry tomatoes, and a package of break-and-bake cookies because, why not? I realized that with homework and projects to finish, I didn’t have enough time to make a big, time-consuming meal, so I bought what my mom would have bought, all the while hearing my Dad’s voice in my head saying “You just can’t beat fresh fruits and veggies.” Fresh parmesan, basil and tomato would brighten up spaghetti noodles and make a tangy, colorful dish.
Whenever we were low on food at home when I was growing up, I knew I could reach into the cupboard and throw some noodles on the stove to boil and cut cucumber, red pepper, or tomatoes, along with ranch or Italian dressing and cheese to top of the colorful bowl. Noodles could fill me up and keep me going. Noodles are a thick and tender complement to crunchy cucumber or gushing tomatoes, and for the creamy, sour flavor of ranch. The perfect meal isn’t specific to me, but more of a reminder of where I have come from and an example of what resources and ingredients I have to work with at any given time. Right now, in the dorms in college, with only a small bit of cooking experience, the perfect meal to me was a simple meal that reminded me of being at home and cooking with my family. Apparently my concoction has a recipe associated with it. Giada De Laurentiis calls it Cherry Tomato Spaghetti. I call it noodles and veggies.
Cooking in the dorm is a hassle to say the least, and produces only mildly appetizing results. I had lost a lot of my hope in the fate of even my simple meal after receiving some weathered and beaten pots and pans encrusted with old food from the Resident Assistant. My friends and I squeezed into the tiny, dimly lit kitchen on my floor of the dorm to cook. There is hardly enough room in this kitchen to open the refrigerator. After a few attempts to clean the burner of left-over food particles that began filling the room with smoke, the three of us decided to turn on a Justin Bieber playlist a leave the water to boil. More interested in keeping my friend from eating all of the raw cookie dough out of the package (as a sweet-tooth, I always believe in dessert), I didn’t notice when the water started to boil and my roommate, with all good intentions of wanting to help with the meal, poured the long spaghetti noodles right into the pot without breaking them.
“Sonal, what are you doing?” my friend Myranda asked with a laugh, noticing that the noodles looked more like an art piece sticking out of the pot than anything else.
“Oh shoot I should have broken them in half!” she replied. I laughed, it would be fine. The pot for the noodles was tiny, but as the bottom half of the noodles boiled, we were able to push the other ends into the water. Myranda and I halved the tomatoes with plastic knives and ripped the basil into pieces with our hands. The whole process was silly. In a separate pan we started sizzling up the halved tomatoes and basil bits, and added the noodles and parmesan cheese in at the end to finish the dish.
I served one sticky glop of yellow noodles, complete with a few wrinkling red tomatoes and cooked, wilted basil and parmesan to my roommate Sonal, and then slipped my partially melted tongs back into the pan to get a plate for my friend Myranda.
“Why are these noodles so weird?” Myranda questioned, “Andrea, do you even know how to cook?” Sonal laughed and so did I. She had good reason to wonder about my cooking abilities. The thought kept running through my head: how do you mess up noodles? It was a comical sight. Myranda plucked the noodle box out of the overflowing recycling bin at her feet and read, “Extra fiber noodles. Extra fiber. What is this? Andrea, what did you even buy? Who buys things with extra fiber? That’s just too healthy for me.” She tossed the package carelessly back into the recycling bin.
 I reasoned, “Maybe the fiber is oozing out of them and that’s why they’re sticking together,” nudging my tongs hopelessly into the messy creation with disappointment. Myranda rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry this is so gross,” I said, handing Myranda a floppy paper plate of the fibrous noodles. Sonal slurped her noodles, leaning against refrigerator.
“Well, guys they don’t taste bad,” she reported, twirling her fork into the clumps of noodles. I thought the dish tasted fairly average, and that my roommate was trying to be nice. The shriveled tomatoes oozed their warm, sweet juices over the sticky noodles and the wilted basil and parmesan cheese added a tangy sharp flavor to a completely bland glop of noodles.
Myranda took a few hesitant bites, looking up with wide eyes. “Wow this is actually pretty good,” she offered, taking a few more bites, “I love tomatoes.” At least the tomatoes tasted good.
I learned to never buy cheap fiber noodles ever again. They ruin a beautiful, simple dish that I have grown up loving. I was disappointed by my perfect meal and its taste. I expected tender, smooth noodles to be bathed in juicy tomatoes and sparked by tangy parmesan and fresh basil. What I got was less than that. However, my friends reminded me of what it is like to be with family. Myranda teased me and questioned my every move, and Sonal did everything she could to help me in the cooking process. We made fun out of a cooking debacle, laughing at the strange noodles, the small room, dirty pans, and plastic knives. It was fun to make something from inadequate resources, and to still enjoy it to some degree. Although mediocre, it was invigorating to make a meal from ingredients I purchased on my own and from my own idea of a recipe. The best part was having friends around me to persevere with me. This process showed me that what I value for my food intake is achievable. I felt proud to make a meal from just a few ingredients and only a few dollars. Next time I will make sure to buy noodles that don’t have fiber added to them, but I know that I can make a meal for myself successfully, both quickly and inexpensively. I don’t need the best of supplies, but of course those help. Fresh veggies do amazing things. They were the best part of my meal, and solidified my belief in the values my parents have passed on to me.
Maybe in the future I will try to buy from sellers with locally produced foods and try to eat entirely out of the industrial food chain, but for right now, my perfect meal doesn’t have to be perfectly free of corn or artificial ingredients. I have become more aware of and interested in the importance of eating in these sustainable ways, but I cannot be fully committed at this point in my life. I don’t have a lot of time or a lot of money to spend on organic products, and with a college meal plan, I have no need to cook. I might splurge on some more expensive noodles in the future, though. I think a perfect meal can change. A lot of my values will remain intact as I continue to grow up, but I think I will change in some ways, and so may my bowl of noodles and veggies.


           

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Personal Essay



Andrea MacMichael
Food and Travel Seminar
11/13/16
Back to the Basics
            I can’t be someone I’m not. I’m not a vegan, nor a vegetarian, and I’m not the kind of prepared person who plans breakfast for the next morning and meals for the entirety of the next week. Meals in my life have been about fueling up before practice or household chores. These meals have also been about family- made at home and eaten together. My parents have always scoured the weekly circulars to find the best prices for meat, yogurt, cereal, and especially produce. These have been the essentials for chili, pasta dishes, steak and potatoes, salads, and many more amazing meals I have helped cook at home with my family. Of course, I have loved the “special treats” of fresh mozzarella for caprese salad, the golden loaf of crunchy Italian bread from the bakery rather than the $1 pre-sliced baggie for assembling pulled pork sliders. Everyday eating has not been filled with the most expensive or always the freshest ingredients, but it has always been filled with the good intentions of two hard working parents and more than anything, the personal touch that comes from cooking at home.
            When I endeavored to cook my idea of the “perfect” meal, I was overloaded by more than just what to make, but also how to make it and where to get the ingredients. It is true that buying most products from the grocery store supports an industrial food system that filling us with a whole lot of artificial garbage, as well as treating the very animals we eat in ways most people would consider cruel. But can I stop buying from the grocery store? Do I even know where or how to obtain grass-fed meat and local produce not treated with chemicals or genetically modified for faster growth? The answer I now find myself saying is that maybe I can cut back on grocery store shopping in the future, and, no, I wish I knew the places to buy these sustainably harvested foods. Before learning about where our food truly comes from in this industrial food system, I would not have thought twice about simply going to the grocery store, because the grocery store was all I knew, other than perhaps the Eastern Market and the Gratiot Market, but my family and I went infrequently and I don’t think the products are still connected to the widespread industrial food system. Nonetheless, I came to a point where I had to decide what I valued for this meal I was to cook, and I decided to go with what I have grown up believing: a few fresh ingredients and some careful preparation always makes for a tasty dish. So I went to Meijer, because that is what my parents would have done (we have Kroger in Southfield, but that is beside the point) to find ingredients for a quick meal like the one I was going to make. To be good, it didn’t have to be fancy, say ratatouille or a prime cut of meat. Even with the industrial food system and the desire to buy from local and sustainable markets, I wandered down the bright isles and picked up the cheapest box of spaghetti noodles I could find, a package of fresh basil and parmesan cheese, and two cartons of cherry tomatoes. I knew the tomatoes and the basil would make plain old spaghetti noodles taste incredible. “You just can’t beat fresh fruits and veggies,” is what my Dad says.
            You really can’t beat fresh fruit and veggies if they are sold for less than $1/pound. My dad happened upon an incredible market in Dearborn named Super Greenland, and now having shopped there for produce for the last two years, it astounds me that anyone with a knowledge of the store could shop anywhere else for produce. About every two weeks we load up an entire cart piled to the top with a rainbow of various vegetables and fruits. While also selling packaged goods and meat, the store is mainly a produce market. Wacky Wednesdays are the days we nudge our cart along through the stampede of other customers with shopping carts. Eyes light up at signs displaying: 2 heads of romaine for 50 cents, 17 lemons for $1, 2 pineapples for $1, and 50 cents/pound of apples. Every day, but especially on Wednesdays, this heaven of a market sells out whole displays of cucumbers and tomatoes, nectarines and grapefruits for dirt cheap prices. Produce makes for colorful, healthful, and delicious meals, and I am thankful that some markets make it affordable to load up a cart with the good stuff.
            Taking this into consideration, I knew if I used some fresh veggies, even a simple pasta dish would be delicious. Whenever we were low on food at home when I was growing up, I knew I could reach into the cupboard and throw some noodles on the stove to boil and cut up some veggies to go on top, maybe adding some ranch or Italian dressing and cheese to top of the colorful bowl. Noodles could fill me up and keep me going, and they simply tasted delicious. They are a thick and tender compliment for the crunch of added cucumber or gushing tomatoes, and for the creamy, sour flavor of ranch. The perfect meal isn’t specific to me, but more of a reminder of where I have come from and an example of what resources and ingredients I have to work with at any given time. Right now, in the dorms in college, with only a small but of cooking experience, the perfect meal to me was a simple meal that reminded me of being at home and cooking with my family. Giada De Laurentiis calls it Cherry tomato Spaghetti. I call it noodles and veggies.
            Cooking in the dorm is a hassle to say the least, and produces only mildly appetizing results. I received some weathered and beaten pots and pans from the RA and my roommate and one of my other friends gathered in the little kitchen on my floor to cook. More interested in keeping my friend from eating all of the raw cookie dough out of the package (as a sweet-tooth, I always believe in dessert), I did not notice when the water started to boil and my roommate, with all good intentions of wanting to help with the meal, poured the long spaghetti noodles right into the pot without breaking them. “Sonal, what are you doing?” my friend Myranda asked with a laugh, noticing that the noodles looked more like an art piece sticking out of the pot than anything else. “Oh shoot I should have broken them in half!” she replied. I laughed, it would be fine. In a separate pan we started sizzling up the halved tomatoes and chopped basil, and added the noodle and parmesan cheese in at the end to finish the dish. “It’s not that exciting, but I know it will taste good,” I assured them. Maybe it was the fact that we cooked the food in dirty old dorm pans or maybe it was the cheap “fiber noodles” I bought, but the dish and the rock hard cookies to go along with it were completely average tasting, and not as good as the noodles at home that I remembered. It was surely due mainly to the noodles I think. They were sticky and clumped together, but the idea was there. The warm tomatoes oozed their tangy juices beautifully over the noodles and the parmesan and basil added great bright color and freshness to the sad glop of noodles. I would make the meal again in a second. Cooking with people I love and eating foods that are readily accessible can make for great memories and a great meal. Next time I will make sure to buy noodles that don’t have fiber added to them. Something is just not right about those.
            Maybe in the future I will try to buy from sellers with locally produced foods and try to eat entirely out of the industrial food chain, but for right now, my perfect meal doesn’t have to be perfectly free of corn or artificial ingredients. I have become more aware of and interested in the importance of eating in these sustainable ways, but I cannot be fully committed at this point in my life. I think a perfect meal can change. A lot of my values will remain intact as I continue to grow up, but I think I will change in some ways, and so may my bowl of noodles and veggies.