Hot. That is the only word I can think of to describe this novel. It definitely has the Allende flavor of magical realism and picturesque description. I picked it up thinking it was a food memoir, but it is more of an exploration of the connection between food, sex and love. The recipes are her grandmothers’and you can feel the familial connection in the pages. The chapter describing the advice to her stepson on dating was downright funny, and quite erotic. I liked the book, but it is not my favorite Allende novel. It moves a little slow in parts. It is provocative and entertaining for a fun read, it just takes a little while to get through
