This is one of my favorite memoirs. In this book, Ruth Reichl, the renowned food writer, talks about how her relationship with food, beginning with her relationship with her mother, a woman so insensitive to taste that she would unwittingly serve rotten food to guests and to her family. Reichl writes that she began cooking food as a matter of self-preservation. What began as a way to avoid the truly awful food that awaited her at home became a vocation.
Reichl punctuates her chapters with recipes. She writes so beautifully and honestly about her love of food. I found it both fascinating and inspiring.
