Title: Sad, wrong, fetishism served up with two scoops of magical thinking
Product review: Hmm, what's a self-important person who lives in one of the richest countries in the world supposed to do to rise above mere hoi polloi? Insist that even a basic necessity, food, must meet exacting, meaningless standards and be prepared according to pointless rules. If meal preparation also requires expensive ingredients and equipment, so much the better.All the world over, when someone prepares a meal for you, the proper answer is "thank you" not "was any of this heated to over 118 degrees"?Cookbooks like this one turn food into a fetish, and an expensive, labor-intensive one at that.When the last person in Darfur says, "No thanks, I couldn't eat another bite," then I'll think about buying 'celtic' sea salt and 25-year old vinegar.
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