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This post at Jezebel excited my interest, because I had a pre-existing interest in the difference between what people eat with others around, and what they eat when they eat alone. So I listened to this short interview at NPR with Deborah Madison and Patrick McFarlin, the authors of What We Eat When We Eat Alone. I was looking forward to a few minutes of chuckling good times talking about people who just pour soy sauce on rice and eat that directly, some weirder sandwich attempts, or foods consumed straight out of a can.
But you cannot escape the cold hand of sexism, particularly of the WTF variety. And this short interview was no exception. Even in the world of people eating weird shit just because theyâ€™re alone, people have to insist that thereâ€™s dramatic gender differences that are almost certainly not there. The authors insist that men and women have drastically different habits when they eat alone, namely that women dice things delicately and men slam things into frying pans, making that food their bitch.
I'm actually only marginally interested in the gender stuff - although, if it turns out that y'all are self-policing your gender role as regards eating habits even when no-one's around, by all means lets have a talk about it. I haven't pointed and guffawed at anyone here in almost 24 hours, and I'm kind of jonesing.
Mainly, as an aficionado of eating weird combinations of things out of the fridge, I need to know that I'm not alone when I'm sitting down in front of a ghetto pizza made from leftover turkish bread, salsa, salami, and low fat cheapass cheese*. Tell me you're all as lazy as I am! Regale me with the tales of the things you only eat when people you like are far away and will never know about it. We will bond over our gastronomic deviance.