![]() ![]() ![]() None of this in-between stuff or I will spit you out of my mouth. I almost never like books that can be described as “a series of interwoven vignettes.” I either want a group of short stories or a novel. What I got was a book that showed that worth doesn’t come from fanciness and importance isn’t dependent on other people’s opinions. What I wanted was a book that yelled, like I sometimes do, that Midwest is Best, that we can be fancy and important too. Instead, I got a novel about how good, simple food, handled with care and creativity, is the best food, and good, simple people, handled with the same care, are some of the best people. I was hoping it would be about fancy food and how the Midwest is not only Great but The Greatest. I had a lot of ideas about this book before I started reading it: I was hoping it would be a cheffy memoir, because I love cheffy memoirs. ![]() I picked up Kitchens of the Great Midwest because 1) it has a gorgeous cover, and 2) kitchens and the Great Midwest happen to be two of my favorite things. ![]()
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