It's been a while since I have done a review of food literature on this blog--well, it's been a while since I've been reading much food lit. It's not that I haven't been reading, just that I've been wanting to cook food more than wanting to read about it.
When I was in Portland for the marathon last year, I went a little nutty at Powell's, also known as the best indie bookstore in the U.S., in my opinion. Is there anything similar to Powell's in Seattle? If so, let me know and I will hit it when I travel there this weekend. Also, if anyone has Seattle restaurant recommendations, let me have 'em!
|Photo from Amazon.com|
I read Sharon Boorstin's Let Us Eat Cake: Adventures in Food & Friendship on a business trip last month. Essentially, it's a remembrance of friends told through the foods that they ate together at rehearsal dinners, baby showers and catching-up dinners. All the usual suspects are here: stories of women being taught to cook by their mothers in the 1950s in preparation for marriage, single-girl dinners made in an effort to attract mean, dinners with long-lost friends and, most movingly, the story of a dinner with a friend dying of cancer.
Let's be honest: the cover of this book is pink and it starts off fairly girly. There was a point at which I almost stopped reading because the book felt more like the coming of age of a writer I wasn't particularly interested in rather than the promised chronicle of food and friendship. But miraculously, maybe a third of the way in, it becomes something better and deeper that, while told through a woman's perspective, isn't particularly girly. It becomes about how food binds us, eases conversations that would otherwise be difficult and brings unlikely people to the same table.
That isn't a girly experience at all. What is your best memory of bonding over food? I have lots of them, but the one that comes to mind right now is the first dinner I had with my husband. We walked into a restaurant as casual friends (it wasn't even a date), but when I walked out I knew I wanted to spend a lot more time with him. Discuss your own memories below...I look forward to hearing about them.