For someone who spends as much time cooking and thinking about cooking as I do, sometimes it is difficult to think of the act of preparing a meal that does not involve some esoteric ingredient or cooking technique as worth recording. Occasionally though, something about what I am doing while I'm cooking simple dinners for my family will strike me as interesting enough to pull out my camera and shoot, which is exactly what I did last Thursday when I shot these photos of grilled pork chops, sauteed broccoli rabe with garlic and basmati rice.
I think what moved me to grab the camera had something to do with me recognizing how much I take these meals for granted. In a world where millions don't have enough to eat, and where millions who do have enough to eat don't eat nearly as well as they could if they only took the time to cook their own food, it seems wrong, amoral even, to be unmoved by a meal that looks as nice as this one does to me. Also the fact that I knew the pig who I was cooking, the smell of the charcoal fire in the damp November air, and the glass of sauvignon blanc that drained so fast that I was afraid that I was being gas-lighted by a poltergeist had something to do with it too.