One of the first things my husband told me he didn’t quite understand about me was that I planned my day around food. When I met him, he was one of those people who ate for energy, not necessarily enjoyment, whereas I try to shape my food intake around what will bring me joy, sometimes resulting in success and sometimes regret. As we got to know each other better, he grew to love food for the sake of enjoyment, too, though he’s still baffled by the fact that I like to imagine what I am going to have for dinner when I wake up. I told him early on I believe it had something to do with the Italian side of my family and the trips to visit them in Italy when I was a child; food is serious business in Italy, and the whole family gets involved.
Turns out, food is serious business in Pakistan, and the whole family gets involved. In Fatty Fatty Boom Boom, Rabia Chaudry’s “Memoir of Food, Fat, & Family,” as stated on the book cover, she tells her story through the stories of the food she ate, the food she cooked, and the people who ate and cooked with her, whether homemade Pakistani food by family members, homemade Italian food from their neighbor, or fast food from American restaurants. And she does it brilliantly; she writes so well, which is not always the case with memoirs. Rabia’s stories delve into discussions of joy, regret, illness, guilt, determination, success, loss, love, closeness, and loneliness, all feelings brought about by family or by food; by life.
Rabia only briefly mentions the part of her life in which she worked to overturn the conviction of Adnan Sayed, work that turned her into a bit of a household name, and it’s in the background; in the foreground are her relationships with family and food. In this way we really feel as though we’re getting to know Rabia as a person. This memoir is personal, as good memoirs are, and in it she allows herself to be very vulnerable with the same courage and conviction that cause so many to keep coming back to see/read/hear her new work. I will fangirl over Rabia Chaudry whenever given the opportunity, but I would have given this book at least four stars even if I haven’t been familiar with the work of the person who wrote it. It’s an excellent memoir. And it comes with RECIPES.