I thought about quitting this one multiple times, but kept reading because it was a book club pick, so you get to read my complaints.
* The author’s descriptions of her friends largely centered around their weight and whether they dieted in a way that may be generational, but certainly hasn’t aged well.
* Similarly, so much of the book talked about cooking to please/catch men, etc. which was both eye-roll inducing and ran counter to the food-brings-women-closer-as-friends thesis.
* The interspersed photos were nice, but few of the recipes looked tasty enough to try.
Part of me wonders if I came into this biased because I’ve been reading (and enjoying) Ruth Reichl so much (she’a actually mentioned briefly). And the fact is, those are much more enjoyable food memoirs, so go check them out.