The book is a story of her life told through her love of food and cooking. It is in the same format as her blog – favorite recipes paired with personal reflections, but with a much tighter narrative. Without straining for connections, Wizenberg describes how food has been woven into her personal experiences: the death of her father, her decision to bypass a career in academia, young romances, and her marriage. Some of these reflections are clearly difficult and you almost sense a great need on her part to tell the story.
Wizenberg draws you in and makes you feel a part of the story. However, some of the chapters are a bit too short and don’t provide much substance or deepen our understanding of the author. I left those sections not entirely satisfied with the happily ever after tone.
I found most of the memoir to be relatable to the under-40 crowd and I’m intrigued by most of the 50 recipes. As it turns out, my mother is reading it now, too, and thinks it is entertaining. Overall, the book is a pleasant, quick read that would be a nice treat over a weekend.