She’s done it again, Ruth Reichl made me laugh outload, moan in delight at the dishes she experiences, and shriek as she eats brains and slugs. She travels the world, has sexual escapades (yep, she’s all grown up in this book) and had me in tears over her child-bearing issues…Chapter 13, “Mashed Bananas”…i finished the chapter and screamed, “That chapter wasn’t about food!!! How SAD!!!!”
But the book is still very much food porn:
Each forkful was like biting off a piece of the sun. It was like musk and light, all at once, and suddenly I burst out, “This is what I always imagined sex would taste like.”
I’m so jealous of this woman’s food contacts…I want Alice Waters to invite me over! I want to go to Barcelona with 5 famous chefs for a nightmare meal! Ok, not everything has been perfect in her life by far, but she journals it brilliantly and appetizingly.