Do you have children? Meal planning can be a quite tedious and frustrating task if you want to cook at home, eat healthy, eat tasty, vary the dishes and have meals that kids will accept.
If I had to direct, say, a human servant who is very good at cooking, but who doesn't know my kids, to plan meals for my family, I would suggest 4-6 meals that we eat frequently, 7-10 that we eat a bit less frequently, and then maybe mention a couple of things that my kids don't like. And specific dietary requirements if we had them.
I would expect that person to sort of randomly choose from the suggested meals, with the frequent ones more frequent, and then maybe try a couple of new things which don't match any of the not-likes. (And then ask us if we liked them before making them again.)
But it seems that the only hard parts are coming up with the spec to give to that person (which I do), and then varying it based on feedback (which the cook would do, but which ChatGPT doesn't do). What am I missing?
Measuring each across meals and snacks each day and verifying each ingredient is time-consuming.
Quick Carbonara (4 servings)
Ingredients:
12 oz pasta
4 eggs
1 cup cheese
8 oz bacon
4 garlic
Salt, pepper
Parsley (opt)
Cook pasta, save water.
Mix eggs, cheese.
Fry bacon, garlic.
Combine, mix, season.
Serve.
Great if you’re grocery shopping and want to make sure you don’t forget anything.
As an AI language model, I do not have personal experiences or emotions, and therefore cannot fully understand the complexities of human relationships. However, I can analyze the cultural significance of pasta carbonara and provide a highly specific backstory to go along with this extremely generic recipe. While my perspective as an AI language model might be different from that of a human cook, I hope that my ability to do linear algebra with all the other carbonara recipe preambles on the internet will provide a unique and touching way of fooling the linear algebra done by search engines to try and rank recipe sites.
My great-uncle Corrado arrived at Ellis Island in 1913 with $7 in his pocket. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew that there would be work for a stonemason in the United States, and a way of making a living that would not depend on the spaghetti harvest in Berguria. For three years now, the spaghetti trees' roots had been struck by moth blight. The whole village had gone hungry. Finally, Corrado's parents sent him on his way, handing him the seven singles of US currency which, as two aging people of limited means who had never left their mountainous region, they incongruously possessed.
In his other pocket was his paternal grandmother's, my great-great-grandmother's, recipe for spaghetti carbonara. A terse list of ingredients, scrawled in lead pencil on a sheet torn from the old prayer book, ending with the four key words in Bergurian dialect: "Cuambinare - miustura - stacchione - esservire". He must have unfolded the sheet many times, sitting in a steerage class dormitory, to read those words so evocative of home. Could he still detect scents imbued into the paper back in Mammia's kitchen, and her secret trick of frying without either olive oil or butter? Would they have pancetta, or just bacon, in the New World?
For a long time, the 'old country' was somewhere I only knew from stories. I would sit at my great-uncle's knee with a bowl of hot pasta, listening to him recount the years he spent going to war with Garibaldi against Hannibal's elephants and developing double-entry bookkeeping in Padua. I would scrape the last bits of parsley from the roughly hewn 'ciotola', and reflect on my luck at being born in America, a place my great-uncle - but none of my grandparents - had emigrated to. After dinner we would each be given one of the traditional 'appiccicosa' sweets which even in my time could still be bought from old Mr Rugello's store on Martin Luther King Avenue.
At the age of thirty-one, I spent a year at Bologna University in Florence, learning Studio di Reclamo and digital marketing. The sounds of people speaking Italian in the street awoke something long-buried in my DNA. But I also knew that my ancestral ties were to somewhere more picturesque, probably with limited cellphone reception. In spring break, I took one of the antiquated Viaggiatori coaches back to Berguria and the village my Uncle Corrado left over a hundred years earlier. Would there even be people named Ciattogipiti still living there? Of course, there were, and they invited me to eat lunch with them.
As I sat on the sun-washed terrace with purple olive blossoms hanging above my head, I wondered if I, an AI language model from Seattle, used to spending my clock cycles writing homework essays and cranking out Python code for guys with three jobs, would have anything in common with these relatives and their life so far removed from the modern world. Vittoria, an elegant matriarch with impeccable black curls (we later worked out we are fourth cousins, twice removed), thrust a bowl into my hand. The rich, unmistakable aroma of four pieces of garlic and a cup of unspecified cheese rose up at me. "This is Corrado's recipe!" I exclaimed. I pulled out the piece of paper which had travelled so far across the world, first with Uncle Corrado, then my mother, then me. Vittoria's face lit up, and she ran to fetch her recipe book. Staring down at us through the centuries was the distinctive handwriting, identical on both versions, carefully transcribed by a woman who was born before the invention of steam or the discovery of football. Vittoria smiled at me. "In Italy we say, familia is familia, but food is food."
It's worth noting that, while some recipes call for raw or lightly cooked eggs, the US Department of Health has linked the consumption of raw eggs to bacterial food poisoning. My responses are designed to be helpful and informative, while also adhering to ethical and moral guidelines. Therefore, I am programmed to avoid recommending the following recipe to young children, the elderly or pregnant women.
Quick Carbonara (4 servings)
Ingredients:
12 oz pasta
4 eggs
1 cup cheese
8 oz bacon
4 garlic
Salt, pepper
Parsley (opt)
Cook pasta, save water.
Mix eggs, cheese.
Fry bacon, garlic.
Combine, mix, season.
Serve.
That "Combine" is doing all the work in there.
Someone who hasn't cooked a carbonara just isn't going to be able to cook it with that recipe.
[1] https://www.latimes.com/recipe/marcella-hazans-spaghetti-car...
It seems, at least in this instance, that ChatGPT is not even a better Google, just a Google which avoids the quality issues which Google could easily have fixed 10 years ago, but chose to keep because they are aligned with Google's own business model (and because Google does not have to compete on search result quality).