I caught the tail end of Jamie Oliver last night, and as usual, drooled over his culinary creation. It was Caesar Salad with a very tangy twist – lots and lots of grated Parmesan and lemon juice, drizzled over crispy grilled chicken, crunchy croutons and a gorgeous bed of salad. Oh, yum.
Of course, Jamie’s yobbish accent doesn’t capture the imagination quite the way Nigella Lawson’s does but he is a cook I like to watch and learn from.
Back when I was in London, there were these amateur cookshows on British TV that I loved to watch - there was one called Ready Steady Cook where Joe and Jane Public were given fifty pounds (I think) to buy ingredients and had to bring them into the studio. There, they would be paired with professional chefs and had to prepare a proper meal: appetiser, main dish, dessert within 30 minutes. Invariably, one male chef – I forgot his name but he was tall, dark and rather handsome – would whip up creations that would win the studio audience’s hearts. And the members of the public were always quite evenly divided between male and female. In fact, gender wasn’t an issue at all – it was invisible and secondary to the culinary skills being demonstrated.
That, of course, is how the professional culinary world is. Actually, the world of professional chefs is male-dominated and no one kicks a fuss.
But in the world of households, though, particularly Asian ones like in Malaysia, it’s a different situation. A Vice Chancellor mentions that – with the gender imbalance in favour of women in Malaysian universities – it would not be inconceivable one day to find Malaysian men “forced” to go to the kitchen and take care of the children while their wives work, and the whole country is in an uproar. What! Malaysian men (Malay men in particular) doing housework? Unthinkable!
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