Rustic Versus Sloppy

With the emerging culinary revolution in the United States, we can begin to see different genres of food starting to define themselves. One cuisine near to my heart is rustic cuisine. It embodies more than just the food, but the story behind rustic food. Each country having its own form of rustic cooking, they all have one major variable in common, soul. It is okay if you can not cut the vegetables the exact way, as long as you cared about the food when you were cutting it. Over in Burgundy, there is probably a grandmother cooking a meal right now. Grand Mere may not know the dimensions of specific knife cuts, but at the end of the day she really cares about the food. Making sure that it tastes good, nourishes the body and soul, while using local available products with age old techniques are what she cares about. Not how fancy the knife is, but the meaning that went into the cuts. It might seem a bit far of base, but my opinion is the intent behind the action makes the action either more genuine or mundane. When people are lazy, the have no intent behind there actions. A plate of food is a representation of self. I care about how to correctly cut a vegetable or animal, I care to learn the proper science behind culinary techniques, and ultimately I care about the person eating my food. It is a way to speak without speaking, what is presented is an antithesis of everything learned up until the point of the meal. So moving forward, if you happen to cook at a restaurant, take the little extra time to make someones meal amazing and not just a meal.