As much as I loved The Nasty Bits, I really didn't love this book. I thought I would. I really wanted to, but, I kind of hated it.
There. I said it. I hated this book.
I've read reviews of people devouring it in two days- which is great- that's what I wanted to do. That's what I thought I would do. In the end I couldn't get past the nagging voice in the back of my head saying "sounds like a spoiled rich girl" long enough to get through the first half, let alone the entire book.
I did make one recipe out of it on a rainy afternoon when I was feeling particularly good and thought it might be a nice idea to actually cook something for the boys lunch for a change. I had just finished the chapter ending with the recipe for Dutch Baby and it seemed easy and I had all the ingredients on hand. It was easy, the boys loved it, I'll probably make it again. That was the last chapter I read though...maybe I'll try again this summer. Maybe not.
Maybe I'll have to dive into the stack of Bourdain books my husband just received from Amazon to get myself back in the mood for food. Either way, I'm moving on.