My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Here’s the thing I realized while reading this book: food (and any of the myriad ways to think about food) is a sturdy metaphorical vehicle. The intangible qualities of life, the things we really want to talk about most are the most difficult things to articulate. And so we resort to metaphor—Kathleen Flinn goes on a journey, one where her feet are put to the fire at Le Cordon Bleu, and in the process she learns something about herself. This is the basic narrative architecture of any good story. Learning to eat, learning to cook… In the reflection of that big chef’s knife it is US we see looking back. And if said knife is very sharp? Well, read the book. It’s a rather easy read, but sometimes I like reading like I like my men: fun and fast.