A Berkeley lawyer I’ll call Lisa, she happened to count Alice among her sometimes clients. So I mentioned to Lisa this plan of mine, with Vegetables. I told her that Liz had been slipping ever deeper into sleepless confusion, and no longer cared much what I made for dinner, as long as I cooked a lot of it quickly and kept ample ice cream around. As a result, I’d begun to find my legs in the kitchen, savoring especially my newfound authority to make a mess while I ripped through such oddities as Brussels Sprouts Pasta, Chanterelle Pasta, or something called Chard, Spinach, and Escarole Pasta. “And when you cook,” asked Lisa, “how closely do you follow Alice’s recipes?” “Spot-on religiously,” I replied. Take Wild Mushroom Pasta Gratin, a kitchen-destroying combination of mushrooms, cream, and noodles, which I’d slammed out right after Whole-Wheat Pasta with Cauliflower, Walnuts, and Ricotta Salata, and right before the ultimately tragic Wild Mushroom and Greens Ravioli (more soiled pots and cluttered counters than you’d believe; amateurs shouldn’t fuck around with ravioli).
What do You think about How To Cook Like A Man (2012)?
