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Postcards from Kitchens Abroad
Based on the travels of Australian food writer, Diane Holuigue, this book begins with postcards from the 40-odd countries she has visited. Holuigue has added vignettes of the people she encountered, the conversations she had with them, and descriptions of her culinary experiences.
224 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2000
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February 3, 2020
I was sent this by a friend and I thought "oh fantastic, this is just my cup of tea". Food and travel. However, it promised more than it delivered. Some of the chapters were based on her going to fancy, expensive restaurants run by her friends. Some were quite interesting. The one fascinating chapter was the one about Cambodia in about 1967 and I would have liked that to be longer.
The included recipes were variable - obviously those from the fancy restaurants I read out of interest, knowing I wouldn't make them in a million years, and a lot required local ingredients, but a few looked good and I may try them.
Her editor needs to be shot - "orange flour water" was one error that stuck out and "Imam Biyaldi" does not translate as "The Emperor Swooned" - it's "The Priest Swooned" (or fainted, take your pick, but an Imam is not an emperor).
However, nothing matches the absolute monstrous clanger of the chapter entitled "Second City" about France's "second city", Lyon. Why, she says, do people go to Paris, first city of France, but never to its second? Good point. Except that Lyon isn't, and never has been, the second city of France. That's Marseille. Whoops.
Counts as a book about food for ReadingWomen 2020
The included recipes were variable - obviously those from the fancy restaurants I read out of interest, knowing I wouldn't make them in a million years, and a lot required local ingredients, but a few looked good and I may try them.
Her editor needs to be shot - "orange flour water" was one error that stuck out and "Imam Biyaldi" does not translate as "The Emperor Swooned" - it's "The Priest Swooned" (or fainted, take your pick, but an Imam is not an emperor).
However, nothing matches the absolute monstrous clanger of the chapter entitled "Second City" about France's "second city", Lyon. Why, she says, do people go to Paris, first city of France, but never to its second? Good point. Except that Lyon isn't, and never has been, the second city of France. That's Marseille. Whoops.
Counts as a book about food for ReadingWomen 2020
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