Title: Good food, with a side order of snobbery
Product review: Not that this book needs one more opinion, but what the heck. Frances Mayes is a talented writer, born to a life of privilege she never once acknowledges. All I wanted was one sentence saying, God, I am SO lucky to be able to do this. But it never came. Although there are some great sentences, and the food descriptions are lush and sensual, when it comes right down to it, Mayes is pretentious, condescending, and incredibly self-absorbed. Pity the workers who've built Bramasole into a pleasure dome . . .
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