{"id":616,"date":"2009-07-29T17:57:34","date_gmt":"2009-07-29T21:57:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=616"},"modified":"2009-07-29T17:57:34","modified_gmt":"2009-07-29T21:57:34","slug":"comfort-me-with-apples-more-adventures-at-the-table-by-ruth-reichlrandom-house-2002-originally-2001","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/comfort-me-with-apples-more-adventures-at-the-table-by-ruth-reichlrandom-house-2002-originally-2001\/","title":{"rendered":"Comfort Me with Apples: More Adventures at the Table by Ruth ReichlRandom House, 2002 (originally 2001)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For the first chapter, the tone of this memoir annoyed me: too pat, and too much dialogue, which I find a tricksy thing in nonfiction. It&#8217;s too distracting: I&#8217;m sitting on the R train reading and wondering if she really remembers what her first husband said on that day twenty-three years ago, if she wrote it down or is approximating it, and if people really talk that way&#8212;which they maybe do, but it comes across as jarring, or false, or maybe it&#8217;s just that I think it could be better described than reproduced. Luckily, things improve. When Reichl writes about food, or just about the things around her (a Paris apartment, a clawfoot bathtub), it&#8217;s delicious. <\/p>\n<p>I was won over by the time I got to the end of chapter three, the heady story of an affair that includes things like this: &#8220;He liked to start the day by strolling through the flower market and listening to the birds. Every morning he woke me with fresh flowers. Then he took me to Ladur&eacute;e for coffee and croissants and we sat there, beneath the ancient paintings of nymphs and angels, bantering with the waitresses in their black dresses and white aprons&#8221; (40). And this: &#8220;Colman raised his glass and suddenly I saw, through the bubbles, Notre Dame flooded with silvery light just across the Seine&#8221; (42). And this: &#8220;The scrambled eggs with truffles were even better than the foie gras. Minutes earlier I would not have thought it possible. Each forkful was like biting off a piece of the sun. It was like musk and light, all at once, and suddenly I burst out, &#8216;This is what I always imagined sex would taste like.'&#8221; (42). <\/p>\n<p>This book also is pleasing because of the way it captures a moment in American cooking\/food culture that I hadn&#8217;t really thought much about: dacquoise desserts everywhere, garlic as exotic, Chez Panisse as just-opened, galangal as an ingredient requiring &#8220;serious research.&#8221; Reichl writes about having balsamic vinegar for the first time; when she first tastes it, it isn&#8217;t yet commercially available in the US. That said: I wasn&#8217;t at all interested in cooking any of the recipes that appear at the end of the chapters, and even late in the book, there were still a few passages of dialogue that seemed flat or like they&#8217;d be better as pure description, but I liked all the food and the love and the hope in this book enough that I didn&#8217;t mind <em>too<\/em> much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For the first chapter, the tone of this memoir annoyed me: too pat, and too much dialogue, which I find a tricksy thing in nonfiction. It&#8217;s too distracting: I&#8217;m sitting on the R train reading and wondering if she really remembers what her first husband said on that day twenty-three years ago, if she wrote [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nonfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/616","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=616"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/616\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}