My 73 year old mum (and grandma to 11) has an absurdly busy schedule that would make most of you tremble in your boots.
One Sunday night I was at her house. We had both driven 300km that day which brought Mum’s weekly total to around 1200km. From the fridge she pulled out a delicious smelling Moroccan chicken and olive dish . On noticing it was a bit dry she then took out a container of stock. “Mum”, I gasped, “when on earth did you have time to make chicken stock this week?” She looked at me, like I was some kind of crazy, shrugged and said “It’s not that hard, it’s just a chicken and water and some herbs”
And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, proof that our generation has made everything far too bloody complicated. We have websites and health blogs and wellness experts banging on about the new craze of broths and complicated recipes and skimming and hours of work and patting ourselves on the back for being so wholesome and nurturing and righteous.
Our current preoccupation with food seems to be less about genuine health and happiness and more about scoring points and being seen to be doing the right thing – to be on the latest celebrity diet, to know all about activating almonds and dehydrating kale. In the process of gathering all this hip knowledge, our generation has turned food into a big fat complicated mess rather than the beautiful shared and simple nourishing connection that it should be. We’re going gluten free and dairy free and raw and vegan and low carb and high fat. We’re detoxing and juice cleansing and alkalising and intermittent fasting.
Do we really need all that? No. Well not unless you like to get your knickers in a knot about this sort of stuff. What we really need is to go back to what 70 year old grandmas have been saying for generations “it’s just a chicken and water and herbs”.
Simple things. Go forth and count your blessings, count your chickens and make your stock.