I didn’t hate this book, but I don’t think I exactly enjoyed it either. There were definitely bits that entertained me, but throughout I was distracted by how genuinely unlikeable I found the writer. The way she speaks to and about her loved ones seemed genuinely disrespectful and I know that if I were one of them, I would cringe to see that kind of stuff in print. I was particularly troubled by her judgmental assessment of her friend Isabel and her astoundingly ungrateful behavior toward her husband. Obviously, this is all taken through the types of things she says in her book and may not accurately reflect reality, but throughout I felt as though she were a “cool girl”; making herself seem more edgy and interesting by shit talking her friends and family under the guise of humor. The fact that she is introspective in some points and then completely oblivious to moments of assholery is frustrating. Overall, though, I’d say this is an easy to follow read and inspires an appreciation for all the work that goes into cooking fancy meals. Just ignore the parts that aren’t about cooking.