There’s an old saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. There’s another old saying that the Japs are crazier than a tub full of boiled possums.
Some ideas just lose their flavor over time.
So thank God for cookbook author Giulia Melucci, whose new book “I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti,” strides valiantly on to the cutting edge of 1994. Basically it’s about how Melucci dated a bunch of dudes and then ate stuff:
You could call the book “Sex and the City” with recipes, and Ms. Melucci would agree — except, as she points out, with her it wasn’t ever about going to the hottest restaurant, it was about going to the best one; she isn’t about partying because she doesn’t stay out that late; and, unlike the “Sex and the City” girls, she cooks. Her romantic adventures in the book are interspersed with recipes like “Morning After Pumpkin Bread” and “Ineffectual Eggplant Parmigiana” (“Serves the two of you plus the three people you wish were there to keep the conversation going”).
In this age of perennial self-analysis and mass media run amok, it’s about time someone stood on the precipice of the next generation and screamed to the heavens one immortal truth:
WOMEN SHOULD ALWAYS EAT THEIR FEELINGS