Summary (from Goodreads): When Amelia Morris saw a towering, beautiful chocolate cake in Bon Appétit and took the recipe home to recreate it for a Christmas day brunch she was hosting, it resulted in a terrible (but tasty) mess that had to be served in an oversize bowl. It was also a revelation. Both delicious and damaged, it seemed a physical metaphor for the many curious and unexpected situations she's found herself in throughout her life, from her brief career as a six-year-old wrestler to her Brady Bunch-style family (minus the housekeeper and the familial harmony) to her ill-fated twenty-something job at the School of Rock in Los Angeles.
As a way to bring order to chaos and in search of a more meaningful lifestyle, she finds herself more and more at home in the kitchen, where she begins to learn that even if the results of her culinary efforts fall well short of the standard set by glossy food magazines, they can still bring satisfaction (and sustenance) to her and her family and friends.
Full of hilarious observations about food, family, unemployment, romance, and the extremes of modern L.A., and featuring recipes as basic as Toasted Cheerios and as advanced as gâteau de crêpes, BON APPÉTEMPT is sure to resonate with anyone who has tried and failed, and been all the better for it.
Review: I don't even really remember this book, so perhaps I should take a star away for not being memorable. I thought this was a fictional chick-lit type of story, and was a little surprised to find that it was actually a memoir. Becky, I don't think you'd like this type of memoir though, because the author is basically an ordinary person who started a food blog and then decided to write a memoir. Some of her stories were funny, some were moving, some were entertaining, but it was mostly a story about her trying to find herself amidst dead-end jobs in LA. The summary is a little deceitful because she doesn't describe all that many failed attempts at cooking, which would maybe have been fun to read about.
Rating: 3 stars