I miei genitori avevano un modo di cucinare che era efficiente, affidabile e adeguato.

In the quiet corner of a London flat, a woman found herself staring into the refrigerator, contemplating the contents of a jar labeled "dukkah." The label, she realized, was a relic of a previous year's New Year's resolution, a culinary experiment that had since faded into obscurity. This moment of reflection led her to recall the simplicity of her childhood meals, which were shaped by the efficient, reliable, and adequate cooking style of her parents, who lived in the Norwegian countryside during the 1980s. Their approach to meal preparation, rooted in practicality rather than complexity, offered a stark contrast to the modern emphasis on gourmet dining and elaborate recipes. The woman, who had grown accustomed to the pressures of crafting beautifully plated dishes each night, began to question whether such expectations were truly necessary. One evening, exhausted and overwhelmed, she prepared a modest meal, two fried eggs, toast with ketchup, and considered it sufficient. This act of simplicity resonated deeply, echoing memories of her father’s routine dinners, where he would prepare basic meat patties, serve them on bread with ketchup, and share them with her at the wooden chopping board that slid out from the counter. These moments, devoid of unnecessary embellishment, were marked by warmth and connection. Her mother, upon hearing of her complaints about the perceived difficulty of easy recipes, affirmed that their meals were often repetitions of familiar favorites. Ground meats, whether in brown sauce or soup, and ground whitefish, paired with potatoes, carrots, or cold cuts, formed the backbone of their weekly fare. Porridges, particularly cinnamon-topped versions, were also staples, accompanied by slices of cured meat. On occasion, spaghetti with meat sauce or tomato soup with a boiled egg would suffice. These meals, though unadventurous, were consistent and nourishing, reflecting the realities of life in rural Norway during the 1980s. The woman, now living in London, acknowledged that her parents' cooking style had evolved over time. While she admitted to being somewhat more skilled in the kitchen, she remained skeptical of the effort required to toast nuts or follow intricate recipes. Her parents, however, excelled in endurance and reliability, ensuring that meals were always available and prepared with care. They understood that food experimentation belonged to weekends and special occasions, not to the mundane weekdays. “Having so many ingredients in your meals makes it taste really good, but it can be a bit much sometimes,” her mother noted. “Meat cakes with just potatoes and carrots are fine too.” Reflecting on her childhood, she remembered the comfort of those meals, even if they leaned heavily on red meat. Though they lacked innovation, they were dependable, providing sustenance with minimal fuss. This realization prompted her to consider revisiting her parents' methods. Despite changes in her palate over the years, she resolved to test the concept of simplicity once again. She would not recreate the exact dishes of her youth, such as the fish balls in white sauce, but the principle remained clear: to embrace the straightforward, efficient approach that had sustained her family through decades of ordinary nights.