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It’s Complicated….

Looking for vegetarian cookbooks at the library, I had already grabbed a (very disappointing) volume from the editors of “Vegetarian Times” when Rob joined me and pointed up to a volume called Simple Food for the Good Life by Helen Nearing. I had been hearing about Helen and Scott Nearing and their influence in the “Back to the Land” movement for most of my life, and was curious to see what kind of cookbook would come out of their self sufficient, no-frills lifestyle. I was further hooked when I saw the book’s cover, and read that it was “An Alternative Cook Book With a collection of EASY RECIPES That Have Evolved from Necessity or Available Garden Produce Intended for the Use of People of Moderate Fortune Who Do Not Affect Magnificence in Their Style of Living” authored “By That Frugal Housewife Helen Nearing.” (Although, based on the listing, the subtitles were apparently changed at some point after the book’s publication in 1980). Given my perpetual interest in thrift and my more recent focus on eating locally and seasonally, this sounded like a perfect read.


Imagine my surprise when I read on the first page of the first chapter the following words:

It has been said (and probably by a good cook) that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who are good cooks and those who wish they were good cooks. I hold that there is a third category: those who are not good cooks and who couldn’t care less. I am happily one one of these….

This is not an auspicious beginning for a cookbook. It got worse. After explaining that, in preparation for writing the book, she spent hundreds of hours in various libraries poring over ancient cookbooks to see what had already been written, Nearing goes on to say that her book

is to be written by a simple woman who doesn’t read or use recipes, who doesn’t set a fancy table. It is to be for simple-living people who have other things paramount on their minds rather than culinary concerns, than eating and preparing dainty and elaborate dishes. It is not for those who are interested in eating as such. This is for those frugal, abstemious folk who eat to nourish their bodies and leave self-indulgent delicacies to the gourmets.

Danger, danger Will Robinson…

melting-butter…and yet I read on. I considered Nearing’s assertions that “the more appetizing foods are made, the more is eaten and the worse for the health of the body” and that “[i]f you are not hungry enough to eat unsalted popcorn or bread without loads of butter and jam, or salad without a spicy dressing or sauce, why eat at all? Why not wait until you are hungry, without craving extra stimulants?” Although it begs the whole question of taking pleasure in life, I see her point. I also read her opinions on how food should be consumed raw as often as possible, how cooking was drudgery and a waste of time, and I disagreed with her and found it presumptuous for her to choose what was, or was not a waste of time for other folks who might enjoy cooking as much as she enjoyed building houses from stone. I read her eloquent explanation of why she was a vegetarian, and was moved (although unconverted); I completely endorsed her position on the preference for fresh food rather than the processed variety.

I will add, at this point,  that I found the interspersing of quotes from various ancient cookbooks throughout the book to be TOTALLY maddening. The fact that someone who wrote a “booke of cookerie” in 1685 (when he wasn’t bleeding people or covering them with leeches) thought that no one should eat salt is not particularly persuasive.

Thinking that we were not exactly kindred spirits, but that Nearing had raised some good points along the way, I proceeded to the recipe section of the book. In the chapter on breakfast, Nearing first allows as how she and her husband Scott “can do without” it.The reasons for this became apparent as I read the recipes. My favorite is something called “Horse Chow,” which consists of 4 cups of raw oats, 1/2 cup raisins, the juice of 1 lemon, a dash of sea salt and olive or vegetable oil “to moisten.” This is consumed raw, lest you are imagining a bowl  hot oatmeal with raisins and odd seasonings. There is another recipe for “Miracle Mush,” made of 2 apples, 1 carrot and 1 beet grated together and topped with 1/4 cup grated nuts. These are not repulsive ideas, although the Horse Chow might be considered what my-brother-the-doctor calls “Colon Blow.”

I read on through the soups, most of which sounded reasonably good, if quite austere. There was a chapter of salad recipes which, again, were acceptable, albeit unlikely to show up on my table for the simple reason that I could not serve my family a salad of lima beans and dandelion plants. I continued through the chapter of vegetable recipes, endured an endless tirade against salt and spices in the chapter on herbs, and actually found some “keepers” in the section on casseroles and leftovers.


By the chapter on baked goods I was so accustomed to Nearing’s culinary eccentricities that I was not at all surprised to learn that she had an obsession with “over-starching,” and that she mostly preferred her baked goods not to be baked goods at all. There is a recipe for “bread” made by soaking wheatberries until they sprout, grinding them and shaping them into a loaf, sprinkling the loaf with sunflower seed and baking. This might be yummy, but it’s a safe bet that a non-vegetarian, post-Tassajara family will not scarf up the sprouted wheatberry “Wayfarer’s Bread.” On the other hand, there is an intriguing recipe for “”O-So-Easy Bread” that involves nothing more than mixing honey, yeast and whole wheat flour and baking it. No kneading, no rising. In the dessert chapter there are possible hits like candy made from oats, peanut butter, honey, vanilla and nuts and definite misses like the “Seaweed Pudding” made from dried seaweed, homemade jam and sour cream. In the last chapter, which focuses on drinks, Nearing is fiercely assertive about the fact that she and Scott rarely drank water (“perhaps in the hottest part of the summer we might drink a glass a day”) and that no one else would need to drink much, either, if they just stopped eating salty and spicy foods. This exhortation I met with a very polite “whatever, Helen….”

There is certainly evidence that the Nearing’s low-effort, high-virtue diet was healthful; Scott died in 1983 at the age of 100, and Helen died in 1995 at the age of 91. I completely agree with and admire their choice to eat local, unprocessed, high-fiber, low fat foods and I respect their vegetarianism. I find the insistence on minimal seasonings and drinking the smallest possible amount of anything to be nutty, and I do not see enough calcium in the book’s recipes to feed a growing child or a woman at risk for osteoporosis. In a “big picture” way, it’s hard not to admire people who were really pioneers, and turned away from a society that they saw heading in a wrong direction. They were true revolutionaries and extremists, and I probably should not expect their diets to include elements of the excessive and materialistic society the fled in the late 1930’s.

On the other hand, and it’s a big hand, I am stung by the implication that it is silly and lazy and dangerous to enjoy the cooking or consumption of food that is beautiful and delicious. I don’t see food as fuel, and even if it is, in part, a necessary evil, why should it not be a source of pleasure? Families and friends connect over food, food is shared as an expression of love and good will, and some of the most otherwise austere groups in the world (I’m thinking of the Amish) consider it a gift to turn the earth’s bounty into chess pies and homemade bread. I’m glad I read this book. I’m glad partly because I got some interesting recipes, and an interesting glimpse into the domestic lives of a pair of tremendously interesting and influential people.


family-meal-31I’m also glad because the repeated claims that cooking is drudgery and that eating is nothing more than scratching a biological itch sharpened my own sense that there is an essential spiritual component to cooking and eating. I can’t imagine a large Italian family sitting down to a Sunday dinner at Nona’s house and having nothing rich, spicy or lovingly prepared set on the table, and I can’t imagine that scenario in many Jewish, Indian, African American, Greek or Chinese families, either. It’s not about conspicuous or excessive consumption; there are cultures in which culinary miracles are wrought with very little in the way of ingredients and a great deal in the way of skill and tradition. With love. I would rather be in the desert with Bedouins tearing a camel apart with my hands, or eating (God save me) lutefisk with the Swedes in a Lutheran church basement and enjoying the moment than eat anything with the sense that I was in the hangar for some sort of soulless re-fueling.



About imagineannie

I feel like I'm fifteen - does that count? I'm lots of things, I get paid to be the Managing Editor for a local news publication, and I love my job. I am also inordinately fond of reading, animals (I have four), elephants, owls, hedgehogs writing, tramping in the woods, cooking India, Ireland, England, avocado toast, Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Little Women, Fun Home, Lumber Janes, Fangirl, magic, Neil Gaiman, Jane Austen, YA books, not YA books, classical music, Salinger (OMG SALINGER), Brahms, key lime pie, indie music, podcasts, sleeping in, road trips, marmalade, museums, bookstores, the Oxford comma, BBC, The Miss Fisher Mysteries, birdwatching, seashells, kombucha, and stickers. Not a huge fan of chewing gum, jazz, trucker hats or dystopian and/or post-apolcalyptic fiction (but I'll try anything).

14 responses »

  1. Nut job extremists.

  2. You were way to kind in your assessment.

    • I don’t know…I have a soft spot in my heart for revolutionary types, and in my experience very few of them are capable of being moderate about ANYTHING. I bet Che ate wierd shit, too…..

  3. Ann,

    Commend your Assesment actually. It is clear you have let it settle a few days, digested the whole idea if you will. Ironicly I agree with Mary, but I appreciate the place that extremist fill in this world. I believe they act as some kind of a counterbalance for the “nut job extremists” on the other side.

    We all wish to think ourselves just a little bit on the correct side of middle. It was healthy to take a serious look into the place these folks lived. We all have watched our ‘heros’ pour a pound of grease over the top of a pound of starch, and elicit oohs and aahs. Who is an extremist?

    When I reach 75 I’m eating steak every day. Until then I better hit somewhere closer to the middle.

    • Thanks, and I agree withe the “counterbalance” theory. I am also refreshed, frankly, in a world full of self-indulgent, self-absorbed people (myself included) when there is any kind of “wake up,” crazy or not, that makes us look at ourselves, “the middle,” and those on the other side.

      I think your steak policy is wise – Mr. Annie is on a similar plan, and as for me…if steak never appeared before me again in this lifetime I would cope magnificently. (Just don’t take my cheese!)

  4. I completely agree with your critique of Helen Nearing’s attitude toward food, diet, and health. While the Nearing were like gods to many of the back-to-earthers and taught so many that sustainable farming was possible and desirable, they also lost much in their fervor to simplify. To live is not to simply exist. Food IS family. Food is friends and celebrations and rituals that bond a society. Food is GOOD! It’s not just something one consumes so that one may get back to work!!
    My old and dear, dog-eared and stained copy of Anna Thomas’s Vegitarian Epicure is much more to my liking and her recipes are tasty and joyous! I’ve made her recipes so often that I know many of them by heart. One of my favorites, her German Apple Pancake is my family’s choice over traditional apple pie any day!!
    I highly recommend the original. Her Vegetarian Epicure II was not, in my opinion, as good.
    HA! Robert, when I get to 80 there will be a stick of butter in my left hand and a cigarette in my right!!! (And pecan pie every day!!)

    • Well, I had a friend whose husband really, really didn’t care what he ate – he used to grab a measuring cup and fill it with something when he was hungry – cereal, left over cooked carrots, whatever. So there really are people like that, but…but I don’t want to be one, and I would hate to have missed the many times in many places over my years that I have bonded, celebrated, mourned or learned over a meal.

      I will look for Anna Thomas – out of print? Not at our local library, but that’s why there’s amazon and eBay. A German Apple Pancake is an awesome force for good. 🙂

  5. Ahhhh A stick of butter and a cigarette…..but where, oh where, will I cradle my bacon wrapped ribeye?

  6. Maybe the distinction is between “food” and “cooking.” Sure, we could go outside, gather leaves and twigs and add a dash of lemon to hold it together. Lots of ingredients in this world provide adequate nourishment to make our bodies run. That being said, “cooking” is an ephemeral art that I think some in this world don’t understand or appreciate. Cooking is creative, and sharing your creation is an act of love, bringing people together from mouth-watering anticipation to heavenly aromas and visually beautiful plates to wonderful memories of meals past and meals to come.

    Although it may have totally worked for them and their lifestyle, I cannot envision any family bonding, community building or warm fuzzy memories centered on a plate of Horse Chow.

    • imagineannie

      Beautifully said, oh fishy one. 🙂 You’ll never be served Horse Chow at my house. It’s a promise.

  7. My two favorite lines: Ann-in the hangar for some soulless refueling

    Robert-We all wish to think ourselves just a little bit on the “correct” side of middle.

    This post has brought out some fierce responses–good job Ann.

    • imagineannie

      Those are pretty good lines. 🙂 I am pleased to see that I am not alone in feeling that the late Mrs. Nearing really missed the boat on cooking and eating.


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