I think Anon. says it best:

'The written word
Should be clean as bone,
Clear as light,
Firm as stone.
Two words are not
As good as one.'

This book does not hew to this maxim. Painfully veers from same, in fact. I'll give you a taste:

"This plan of attack presumes you are feeding a crowd of eight esurient diners."

"If all of this were not enough to eviscerate the sanctity of..."

There's a lot of high-falutin' language here, in other words. And in several instances, high-falutin' language abused, thusly:

"The lore of Dear Leader's nascence is shrouded in absurdity. ... The short, stocky Elvis impersonator's parturition took place in an army camp in Siberia..." Um, no, that was his mother's parturition.

Also: "I eat pork, drink booze, and think vegetarian cuisine is best left for ruminates."

There's plenty more, but a sample will suffice.

I love my language and do my best not to abuse it. When I find it flayed and bleeding in the gutter, I take umbrage at its abuse. Even in a cookbook. Further, deponent saith not. ( )

It seems inappropriately flippant and overly folksy so far. Also, spell check is not an actual substitute for editing - three typos in 30 pages does not give me hope for the rest. I'm in it for the food.

Edit: never mind. Can't finish this.

A combination cookbook and international relations primer; all done with a tongue parked in the cheek. Cute. ( )

Rants and recipes. Chris Fair knows her stuff, obviously. But the screeds got old near the end. More about politics than the cuisines it says it is about. If you absolutely abhor the previous administration, you might enjoy this book. If you have moved on, I wouldn't bother. And certainly don't buy it or read it if you are actually interested in food. ( )