I thought I hadn't read Heat before, but I had, about two years ago, and just once, so it counts. Heat is the story of a writer-guy who spends a year cooking in Mario Batali's kitchen, followed by a long stint in Italy learning how to make pasta, then how to be a butcher (both pig and cow). It's a book about food, for people who like food - and I like food, so I liked the book... but not as much as I liked Kitchen Confidential. I would say this was the thinking man's Kitchen Confidential, but I don't want to be the thinking man. Food shouldn't be so cerebral - or wordy. I would have liked more swear words.
Heat - B
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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