I made it to about page 80 something before throwing the book across the table. And this was after more than a few failed attempts to get into it.
Food snob doesn't begin to approach the author's personality. You and I will never know what it's like to enjoy REAL brie. Or raw milk. Or having Escoffier make eggs for our breakfast. Her delight in lording it over us is irrepressible.
Do yourself a favor, pick up an Edna Lewis book. She'll describe foods you and I will never taste, it's true, but she does it such a way that it'll make you wild to get into the kitchen and try. Edna makes grass sound orgasmic, Gina makes you feel like a serf.