When it comes to food magazine writing styles, people differ. Think piece or recipe?
Mini memoir or service article? Different people see things differently.
So, if we hold different opinions on blog posts or food magazine writing styles, it’s no surprise we disagree about more than that, too. There is a school of thought, for example, that says we cannot change our basic selves.
People in this camp say that who we are intrinsically is who we have to be, give or take a few small choices. They feel someone like me will always be someone like me, maybe with different circumstances or friends or hairstyles, but always the same me deep down.
Do you think that? I’m not sure. There’s another camp that disagrees — make your own destiny! carpe diem!
To be totally honest with you, I like them better. I want to believe I can change —or rather, that I can be changed — and I want to believe that about you.
Thing is, change is hard to measure. Take asparagus.
When you trim a bunch of fresh white asparagus and lay it on a baking sheet, rolling the stalks in lemon olive oil and sprinkling them with salt and pepper before you roast it all in the white-hot oven, you can watch it transform before you from hard and cold to bruised and limp, with spots of darkness from the heat all over its thin stalks, and you can know there’s change there, no question.
But would some say it’s not much of a change? Though softened and broken, it is, after all, still asparagus?
Or take potatoes. You can boil baby golds, the way you’ve done before, cooking them until they’re soft, then smashing them and coating their soft skins with olive oil and salt and pepper like you did the asparagus, and you can roast them, too, until they’re crispy and golden, wonderful to pop in your mouth one by one but, at the end, bettered by heat and seasoning and time.
Are they changed? Are they essentially the same?
And then there’s fish. Tilapia.
And while making the tilapia we had for lunch on Superbowl Sunday was fairly simple, just a few minutes of covering the fillets with lemon zest and fresh-ground black pepper:
and baking until golden and covered with a pool of buttery juices.
The very fact that we were making fish starkly contrasts a former me who hated, hated, hated fish for at least 20 years of my life, with occasional exception for those frozen and breaded sticks made of cod, and yet now here I am, genuinely liking how light and not-heavy fish feels on my stomach (as well as healthy). Is that not change?
So here is what I think: we are always us, but we are always being changed, so who we are is changing, too. It’s like how the New Testament Saul who persecuted Christians could become the apostle who wrote more than a dozen books of the Bible.
Or how the me who was deathly afraid of dogs became someone who loves one. Or how you, who used to do or think or love something in one way, now do it differently. You know?
From food magazine writing styles to perspectives on change, we all see things differently. But whatever your perspective on change, the truth is, it’s happening.
Sometimes it’s imperceptible; sometimes it’s obvious. But it’s real, in our lives, in our kitchens, in us. For this I am glad.
Adapted from Bobby Deen
- Butter cooking spray
- 2 (6 to 8-ounce) tilapia fillets
- Salt and freshly cracked black pepper
- 1 lemon finely grated zest and juice
- 3 Tablespoons butter
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Coat a large cast iron pan with a nonstick butter spray (or with butter).
- Rinse fish and pat dry; place on the prepared pan.
- Season each fillet with salt, cracked pepper and the zest and juice of a lemon.
- Add fish to the pan. Place a generous pat of butter on each fillet and cook in the oven for 8 to 12 minutes.
About Shanna Mallon
Shanna Mallon is a freelance writer who holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her work has been featured in a variety of media outlets, including The Kitchn, Better Homes & Gardens, Taste of Home, Houzz.com, Foodista, Entrepreneur, and Ragan PR. In 2014, she co-authored The Einkorn Cookbook with her husband, Tim. Today, you can find her digging into food topics and celebrating the everyday grace of eating on her blog, Go Eat Your Bread with Joy. Shanna lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with Tim and their two small kids.