This sentence from the beginning tripped all kinds of sensitivities in me: Here at the end of the twentieth century, it seems mostly absurd to think that scien

This sentence from the beginning tripped all kinds of sensitivities in me: Here at the end of the twentieth century, it seems mostly absurd to think that science has anything much to say about cooking, and we thus have a degree of distance on a particular manifestation of a group of connected twistednesses that still dominate the way we think about most things. It seems to argue that cooking is somehow "exempt" from being analyzed by science? That's so absurd I didn't know what to think, but the rest of the piece (as far as I made it) didn't seem to be satire either. A very strange essay, basically.