Making a delicious, multi-course, Michelin-star-bedazzled foodfest is a great feeling. You prepare, you meticulously build a mise en place so scientifically exact that it’s worthy of the douchy italics I just used. In short: you make some fucking theater.
Tricking people into thinking you spent the kind of effort I just described when you really did jack shit, however…that’s just a higher art form altogether.
Now, does that mean this is something you should do all the time? No, you lazy piece of garbage, it’s not. Spending an entire day (preferably two or three) on a meal makes you a better cook. It makes you a better person. It teaches you that small mistakes can add up to utter disaster, and teaches you that in a particularly salient way: by catching you/your food on fire (or any other number of horrible things).
But on the opposite side of the coin, it’s important to keep your cards hidden, too (and to use less goddamned clichés). When you go all out; go all out. When you want a tasty meal that won’t require calling off of work and inducing crippling carpal tunnel, you keep the cooking technique easy and the presentation tight.
Granted; making your own pepper jelly doesn’t usually fall in the realm of “lazy”, but this is Fresh Beats, Fresh Eats, not Sandra Lee’s Soulless Cannery of Horrors.
…I’d probably watch that show if it existed. But only to see who gets killed off in the first season. —Fresh Beats, Fresh Eats