For 17 years Bob Shacochis has been living in unwedded bliss with the woman he calls "Miss F." He has also been cooking for her. This lyrical, irreverent, and often mouth-watering "prose stew" takes in Shacochis' thoughts on monogamy and hot sauce, sex and seafood, and the enduring consolations of soup. It is the ideal valentine for lovers of prose and food.
Unique and bonkers. Full of mischief and passion and food. Never have I read anything that has so much made me want to simultaneously buy a boat, get married, run off to St. Kitts, grill on the beach, and write about it.
Shacochis is a master at presenting himself as narrator full of imperfections and active wanderlust, yet he's entirely credible as a loving partner. If it seems conterintuitive to believe these oppossing personality traits exist in one man, then you've begun to grasp the charisma of this scallywag. For a good time: read this one.
This is a funny and well-written collection of food columns that sort of deal with food. The recipes are excellent. Laura and I are going to cook from them for our food adventure in May.
I think this is my favorite of Bob's books (though I also really liked The Immaculate Invasion). It's possible that it's because I know Miss F and the family stories - makes them much funnier to me. He really is a good cook, and it's nice to have some of his recipes here in writing.