I've been busy lately, but I think I can resume some measure of blogging at this point. I've been meaning to point readers to an article on "
Mormon Cuisine" that was published in the NY Times a few months ago. It discusses the history of why we eat like we do (focused on Jello and other convenience foods) and why things are changing (e.g., missionaries gaining a fondest for foreign cuisine in far off locales.)
Mormonism is a young religion, born in the 1830s, leaving little time
for food traditions to evolve. Its food doesn’t reflect one particular
ethnic identity, or a region other than the Wasatch Front....Food was rarely plentiful in the early years, families were large, and
all households tithed at least 10 percent to the church, so women were
strongly encouraged to develop cooking and budget-management skills.
Being industrious and hardworking is highly prized in Mormon culture
(the beehive is a symbol of the church), and for women, cooking provides
a real sense of identity and daily purpose.
In the 1960s, Mormon women (like most Americans) enthusiastically
embraced inexpensive convenience foods like canned fruit, instant
potatoes and, of course, Jell-O. “For some reason, the Utah Mormons took longer to come out of that
phase,” said Christy Spackman, 34, a doctoral student in food studies at
N.Y.U.
Ms. Spackman says that in her congregation, in Brooklyn, the tradition
of socializing with food and sharing recipes is just as strong as it was
when she was growing up in Logan, Utah. Only the recipes have changed.
“Now the recipe is more likely to be a grapefruit curd or a new kind of
granola bar than a casserole,” she said. Recipes, like one for homemade
yogurt, “spread like wildfire” in the community, she said.
Many Mormon men and some women spend two years abroad working as
missionaries — a custom that has given many a lingering taste for kimchi
or Camembert. In Brazil, Mrs. Wells discovered a passion for dulce de
leche, mangoes and black beans.
I also loved this description of funeral potatoes.
Funeral potatoes, a rich casserole of grated potatoes, sour cream,
cheese and cream-of-something soup, is delivered to the bereaved, and
serves as a side dish for ham on Christmas and Easter. It tastes like
the inside of a baked potato mashed with plenty of sour cream and
Cheddar, and it takes only one savory, fluffy forkful to see why the
dish is a classic. (During the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City, visitors
found these dishes so pervasive that souvenir pins shaped like cubes of
green Jell-O and casseroles of funeral potatoes became hot sellers.)
Is it lunch time, yet?
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