I'll read pretty much any book of this general topic, that is, a memoir of someone's food memories and quirks, and especially the concept this one takes of weaving in some stories from her friends and other food writers and culinary figures around broader psychological and social concepts.
Finney is a British food writer and this reminded me a bit of Ella Risbridger's cookbooks, with the heavy emphasis on friends and togetherness, minus the tweeness of her style. Finney is also an anorexia survivor, and she incorporates elements of that into what food means to us, to those who love us, and some psychology around food and caring for each other. I especially liked and appreciated this aspect, and would have liked to have seen it focused on much more, actually. What was this path like from anorexia and the psychological horrors of it to a career in food writing?
I stuck with this even though early on, she writes something about how she learned that you can't love someone until you love yourself. Ugh, that old chestnut? I worried this would be a book of more such toxic-positive platitudes but luckily it mostly wasn't. I loved the parts that focused on her memories with her grandparents and the significance of various foods in those, and how unique those foods were. It made me teary in thinking about the same in relation to my own grandparents, and I loved that Finney includes several writing prompts at the end of the book for forming your own food stories. They're really excellent ideas, too.
It did have a few very curious elements, like that for a book about what is special in someone's (and by extension, the reader's) food memories and habits, it can come off extremely judgmental. The one that really struck me is one of her girlfriends being horrified that on a first date at a pub, the guy (who had suggested the pub) ordered hot chocolate (with whipped cream, no less, so embarrassing!) while she ordered wine. Oh the horror! Obviously SO not compatible. Finney uses this as an example of how important it is to be on the same page with foods, the significance of being able to share and bond over food and drinks, etc. Um, it was so laughable and also mean. What if he didn't know he'd be on antibiotics when they scheduled the date? What if he suggested it because he knew how much she loved chardonnay although he doesn't drink (Finney admits to being a teetotaler for years, as was I at one point, so she should well know the complicated issues people have around alcohol and how you can get bullied, pressured, be the recipient of all kinds of projected upset and discomfort while you just try to hang out with people who happen to be drinking, so I really couldn't believe she included this).
Now to a really unforunate issue with this book, and I'm sorry to the author to connect it to the text but the publisher deserves to be shamed for this: they didn't even run spellcheck on this before publishing. This was published by Aurum, an imprint of Quarto, which I thought was a significant publisher. But no joke, on at least two occasions, there was a word with another word inside of it, i.e., they'd tried to replace it and were sloppy. Elsewhere there were typos and double words/grammar mistakes that would have been caught in a spellcheck so it's very evident it wasn't run.
As an editor and copyeditor, this is painful. I paid full price for a hardcover; it's just insulting. Companies shrug off copyediting as being not worth the money because they think someone in the office can do it themselves, or don't want to shell out on a final round after changes have been implemented (clearly what happened here) and then you end up with this. But like, they didn't even run spellcheck which is free and takes minutes. I've only copyedited a couple of books and I would love LOVE to work on them more but you know, I'm not experienced enough in them (so I'm told). Yet companies aren't even hiring cheap-ish freelancers who'd appreciate the experience, they're just throwing laughably sloppy work out. Totally unacceptable.
It sounds like I had a lot of complaints but this was also often very lovely and gives you a lot to think about in terms of what food and the socialness of it mean to you, while stirring up some very nostalgic memories.