Perhaps this annual rite in Kitchen Detail is a hangover from my high school and college days, when I always had a summer reading list. The books chosen, clearly by teachers and professors who had no sympathy with my summer plans, were always serious and had too many pages. Nothing fun or even slightly humorous. No surprise the lure of Cliff Notes. But even so, some of the biographies I resentfully read have remained glued in my brain. And I now enjoy reading autobiographies even more. (Even Proust’s In Search Of Lost Time is interesting to revisit – but only one or two chapters at at a time). A biography is always going to be someone else’s view of who you are. Your story will have an analysis from someone else (who may or may not have a personal agenda coloring the way you are portrayed.)
An autobiography, on the other hand, is a study of how you hold the mirror up to yourself, which angle you are going to reflect on whom you have become, what part of your history you remember and want to share that may not have been public. Some personal storytellers see themselves only from a complimentary three-quarter view in the looking glass; others give the reader a full frontal version. And of course, some writers are better at retelling their lives than others, or they have editors who take them in hand. Here are three very different food-related autobiographies that make good reading when you need to stay out of the heat.
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One could suppose that while she and her stalwart and steady mother were not physically abused, they certainly were emotionally wounded by Erin’s father. Clearly a lot of verbal torment and rejection. In fact, I found her mother’s continued, and in many instances silent, support of her daughter through her brutal journey from childhood, pregnancy and motherhood, domestic abuse and addiction to be as compelling as Erin’s own story. And in the end, it is not only Erin who finds freedom in a place she never left, but also her mother — in the most surprising metier.
She also dissects the internecine quarrels of her family (they never forgive each other but do get together for Christmas). I enjoyed the complicated and sometimes disorderly prose. There are some grainy photos dispersed throughout the book and also an extensive section at the end where she shares her hard-won recipes, techniques and tools. To see the talisman ravioli press and watch the author create her ravioli, watch this charming video. I was surprised by the method of spreading the filling across the sheet of pasta as if it were a savory frosting, then slapping on the top layer of pasta, and running a wood ravioli pin over it. Genius!
Since he had been deprived of a secondary school education, Jacques Pepin first enrolled in the GED program offered to foreign students by Columbia University. While working full time, he achieved that goal and then earned his Bachelor of Arts degree followed by a Masters degree in French Literature. He loved his scholarly studies and entered into a Ph.D. program at Columbia with the goal of becoming a professor and leaving the exhausting life of professional restaurant kitchens. Midway through his doctoral program, his thesis of the history of French food presented in context of French literature was rejected by his advisor (a French man) who said “cuisine is not a serious art form. It’s far too trivial for
Pepin’s stories, from the one about being left alone to herd sheep at the age of six to his hilarious escapade in foraging for snails in upstate New York, always end with one of his recipes. I am looking forward to recreating his braised rabbit in cooler weather. Pepin, currently in his mid 80s, still works with his foundation, which trains formerly incarcerated men and women in professional cooking skills. And if that is not enough to occupy him, he also has a most entertaining website (with online shopping) for his artwork.
After owning one of the best cooking stores in the US for 47 years, Nancy Pollard writes a blog about food in all its aspects – recipes, film, books, travel, superior sources and food related issues.
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