Rebecca May Johnson

I expected to love this book. And I didn't. As Johnson's life unfolds, as she travels, studies and works throughout England and Europe her cooking skills, once minimal, develop. At first she cooks tomato sauce, obsessively. She sticks to the recipe, she tweaks, she ignores. She discusses the act of wearing an apron. She cooks for herself, she shares the meals she prepares, and cares about the dynamics of sharing food. She considers the reactions of various authors to food and cooking. And really, the more the book went on, the less I cared. No book is for everyone, and this one wasn't for me.… (altro)