I have been extremely lucky and privileged to be born in a family of food lovers. All my life, I have eaten food that others didn't even know existed, thanks to Nani, who'd cook something or the other every other day. And when you asked her to tell you the recipe, she'd smirk and ask us to guess the ingredients instead (we, of course, were never able to do so).
For me, food is life, life is food.

So, when I heard that Stanley Tucci (only my favourite person ever, who some of you may know from his viral Negroni apart from his movies) had written a food memoir, I knew I had to get my hands on it. The best part was listening to it in his own voice.
Tucci doesn't only love food, he romances it. Listening to him talk about food, how he came to love it (his Italian heritage definitely helped), and how he strives to keep several food-related traditions alive and pass on to the next generation was inspiring. From how Tucci developed a love for food to stories involving Hollywood celebs (there's a fun one with Meryl Streep), this book is full of anecdotes as well.

Towards the end, when he shared the experience of beating oral cancer, whilst knowing that he may lose his sense of taste and smell, I couldn't even imagine what must have been going through his head. It is a food lover's worst nightmare.

I don't think this is a book to simply 'read'. If you are a food lover--in fact, especially if you're a food lover--this book is to be savoured like that first sip of wine that will refresh you once the slight burn of tannins has settled.
This book is an ode to food, and I am here for it!