BLANDITUDE
White people’s bland food isn’t just an internet meme. It’s a centuries-long obsession
May 5, 2018
Humans love flavor. Archeologists have found evidence that hunter-gatherers in Stone Age Europe used garlic mustard seeds (a broccoli relative with a mustardy, peppery kick) to season stews 6,000 years ago. For almost as long as we’ve been cooking, we’ve been adding ingredients to our pots that contributed flavor, not just calories. Salt, herbs, and strongly scented seeds all have nutritious properties, but if you consider the time it would take to gather the seeds from garlic mustard plants, when you could be digging tubers or fishing, then it’s clear that the drive for deliciousness is ingrained and powerful.
So why does bland food exist? Why, indeed, is there a whole group of people known for their love of underseasoned potato salad, passion for plain chicken breasts, and adoration of mayonnaise?
I’m talking about white people. More specifically, white Americans, though Europeans are also complicit in the rise of blanditude.
If you are white, as I am, you may be rebelling against this idea in your head, and thinking about all the spicy, richly complex dishes you enjoy all the time. That’s fine—I am too. I don’t want to be associated with mac and cheese from a box or Taylor Swift’s cover of Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September”(paywall) any more than you do. This is not about creating a taxonomy of who eats what and how. It’s about unpacking why anyone, ever, would make the culinary choice to embrace less, not more, deliciousness.
White people and our bland food is not just a current meme. It’s a trope with a long and storied history. You may not agree with the characterization, but when white girl potato salad is a punchline on Saturday Night Live, comparing a white performer’s cover of a classic R&B tune to unseasoned chicken breast is a sick burn on Twitter, and calling someone “white bread” an insult, there’s definitely something there to unpack—and douse with Frank’s Red Hot.
There’s no denying it: The food of white America, whether you’re talking poached halibut on massaged kale or Kraft singles on Wonder bread with mayo, is bland compared with South Asian curries, Korean kimchi, or African peanut stews. If you can have any food, and in modern America, many of us can have pretty much any food we choose, why does blandness ever win?
One might predict that the rich and powerful would prize deeply flavorful, complexly seasoned food—more money, more flavor. That’s not always how it works, though. Our seemingly innate human preference for flavorful food has battled with our powerful human tendency to create and reinforce class, racial, and aesthetic hierarchies—and those have often coalesced around the rejection of easily accessible pleasures such as food augmented with spices and flavorings. Meanwhile, moral movements from Christian crusaders to modern “clean eating” advocates have associated unadorned and “simple” food with good taste and a kind of moral purity. This push and pull has profoundly shaped the way people around the globe eat.
The spice trail brought flavor—perhaps too much flavor
Most spices are grown in tropical or subtropical climates. Sure, spicy peppers can be grown all over the world, and saffron, the world’s most expensive spice by weight, thrives even in very northern climes, but the history of the spice trade in one broad, peppery sweep, is about the movement of flavors and aromas from the Global South to Europe and North America.
Those flavors, in the form of spices like cardamon, cloves, and cinnamon, propelled global trade, sending boats packed with dried berries, seed pods, and bark curls from one continent to another, long before the rise of the shipping container. Wherever the spice trade led, the food got more flavorful, and the demand for spices grew, making complex deliciousness the exclusive domain of the rich, particularly in Europe where it was impossible to grow a kitchen plot of black pepper or nutmeg.
In medieval Europe nobles used richly spiced dishes the way modern Americans signal their wealth with a tricked-out SUV (or an understated but unmistakable Tesla). Layers of cinnamon, sugar, and mace combined in sweet and savory dishes alike, well into the Renaissance. Pepper, the same kind you find for free in every diner booth today, made family fortunes from Venice to Salem, Massachusetts.
By the 1600s though, the European market for spices had leveled out, and they had become, generally speaking, widely affordable.
Once spices became common, nobles decided they reflected middling taste. To distinguish themselves from the baser appetites of the masses, the upper classes embraced a new essentialism, demanding that food taste like itself. Instead of cooking meat in sauces layered with spices and herbs, rich Europeans started cooking meat in meat stock and meat gravy to make it taste even meatier. Classic French hotel cuisine relied upon stock, butter, and cream-based sauces and English manor house cookery favored giant, unspiced joints of meat turned on spits (sometimes, bizarrely, turned by kitchen dogs).
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White people’s bland food isn’t just an internet meme. It’s a centuries-long obsession
May 5, 2018
Humans love flavor. Archeologists have found evidence that hunter-gatherers in Stone Age Europe used garlic mustard seeds (a broccoli relative with a mustardy, peppery kick) to season stews 6,000 years ago. For almost as long as we’ve been cooking, we’ve been adding ingredients to our pots that contributed flavor, not just calories. Salt, herbs, and strongly scented seeds all have nutritious properties, but if you consider the time it would take to gather the seeds from garlic mustard plants, when you could be digging tubers or fishing, then it’s clear that the drive for deliciousness is ingrained and powerful.
So why does bland food exist? Why, indeed, is there a whole group of people known for their love of underseasoned potato salad, passion for plain chicken breasts, and adoration of mayonnaise?
I’m talking about white people. More specifically, white Americans, though Europeans are also complicit in the rise of blanditude.
If you are white, as I am, you may be rebelling against this idea in your head, and thinking about all the spicy, richly complex dishes you enjoy all the time. That’s fine—I am too. I don’t want to be associated with mac and cheese from a box or Taylor Swift’s cover of Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September”(paywall) any more than you do. This is not about creating a taxonomy of who eats what and how. It’s about unpacking why anyone, ever, would make the culinary choice to embrace less, not more, deliciousness.
White people and our bland food is not just a current meme. It’s a trope with a long and storied history. You may not agree with the characterization, but when white girl potato salad is a punchline on Saturday Night Live, comparing a white performer’s cover of a classic R&B tune to unseasoned chicken breast is a sick burn on Twitter, and calling someone “white bread” an insult, there’s definitely something there to unpack—and douse with Frank’s Red Hot.
There’s no denying it: The food of white America, whether you’re talking poached halibut on massaged kale or Kraft singles on Wonder bread with mayo, is bland compared with South Asian curries, Korean kimchi, or African peanut stews. If you can have any food, and in modern America, many of us can have pretty much any food we choose, why does blandness ever win?
One might predict that the rich and powerful would prize deeply flavorful, complexly seasoned food—more money, more flavor. That’s not always how it works, though. Our seemingly innate human preference for flavorful food has battled with our powerful human tendency to create and reinforce class, racial, and aesthetic hierarchies—and those have often coalesced around the rejection of easily accessible pleasures such as food augmented with spices and flavorings. Meanwhile, moral movements from Christian crusaders to modern “clean eating” advocates have associated unadorned and “simple” food with good taste and a kind of moral purity. This push and pull has profoundly shaped the way people around the globe eat.
The spice trail brought flavor—perhaps too much flavor
Most spices are grown in tropical or subtropical climates. Sure, spicy peppers can be grown all over the world, and saffron, the world’s most expensive spice by weight, thrives even in very northern climes, but the history of the spice trade in one broad, peppery sweep, is about the movement of flavors and aromas from the Global South to Europe and North America.
Those flavors, in the form of spices like cardamon, cloves, and cinnamon, propelled global trade, sending boats packed with dried berries, seed pods, and bark curls from one continent to another, long before the rise of the shipping container. Wherever the spice trade led, the food got more flavorful, and the demand for spices grew, making complex deliciousness the exclusive domain of the rich, particularly in Europe where it was impossible to grow a kitchen plot of black pepper or nutmeg.
In medieval Europe nobles used richly spiced dishes the way modern Americans signal their wealth with a tricked-out SUV (or an understated but unmistakable Tesla). Layers of cinnamon, sugar, and mace combined in sweet and savory dishes alike, well into the Renaissance. Pepper, the same kind you find for free in every diner booth today, made family fortunes from Venice to Salem, Massachusetts.
By the 1600s though, the European market for spices had leveled out, and they had become, generally speaking, widely affordable.
Once spices became common, nobles decided they reflected middling taste. To distinguish themselves from the baser appetites of the masses, the upper classes embraced a new essentialism, demanding that food taste like itself. Instead of cooking meat in sauces layered with spices and herbs, rich Europeans started cooking meat in meat stock and meat gravy to make it taste even meatier. Classic French hotel cuisine relied upon stock, butter, and cream-based sauces and English manor house cookery favored giant, unspiced joints of meat turned on spits (sometimes, bizarrely, turned by kitchen dogs).
editors’ picks, race, wellness, class, silk road