i am only sixty pages into Ruth Reichl’s Garlic and Sapphires, and i had to stop to post this. it’s wonderful. it’s what i wanted out of Amanda Hesser’s Cooking for Mr. Latte and didn’t get. her prose is clear, her anecdotes are entertaining and fit within the wider context of the essay, her characters and relationships are fleshed out… blah blah technical jargon blah.

i guess the bottom line is, when i read this book, i get that much closer to what it felt like to be Ruth in Le Cirque, or to eat the soba noodles at Honmura An, both things i will never do in real life. thank you, ruth. i am ashamed that it took me this long to read, and i can’t wait to finish this one and read the others!