Another brilliant memoir from the author of Fat Girl, subtle and sometimes heart-stopping: a virtuoso middle American version of Like Water for Chocolate for anyone who has ever been to a potluck supper, and some of the best new writing about how women (and men) cook, eat and feel. Here Judith Moore recollects the good, strange and terrible dramas of her life and memorably relates them to food. Here are the mud pies she made as a toddler, suppertime stories with her father, the pig killings of her monstrous grandmother, the monthly potluck supper in a typical middleclass township, the gourmet glories she concocted during the year she became an adulteress and was happier than ever before ...