Laura Shapiro

What She Ate

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Dorothy Wordsworth believed that feeding her poet brother, William, gooseberry tarts was her part to play in a literary movement.
Cockney chef Rosa Lewis became a favourite of King Edward VII, who loved her signature dish of whole truffles boiled in Champagne.
Eleanor Roosevelt dished up Eggs Mexican — a concoction of rice, fried eggs, and bananas — in the White House.
Eva Braun treated herself to Champagne and cake in the bunker before killing herself, alongside Adolf Hitler.
Barbara Pym's novels overflow with enjoyment of everyday meals — of frozen fish fingers and Chablis — in midcentury England.
Cosmopolitan editor Helen Gurley Brown's idea of “having it all” meant having almost nothing on the plate except a supersized portion of diet gelatin.
In the irresistible What She Ate, Laura Shapiro examines the plates, recipe books and shopping trolleys of these six extraordinary women, casting a new light on each of their lives — revealing love and rage, desire and denial, need and pleasure.
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355 printed pages
Original publication
2018
Publication year
2018
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Impressions

  • Yatzel Roldánshared an impression5 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    💡Learnt A Lot

    Seis son las mujeres de las que se habla en este libro: Dorothy Wordsworth, Rosa Lewis, Eleanor Roosevelt, Eva Braun, Barbara Pym y Helen Gurley Brown; no hay un vínculo entre ellas más allá de la comida, vivieron en diferentes épocas, tuvieron oficios y profesiones diversas, sus ideologías son dispares… el vínculo que las une en este libro no sólo la cocina o el hogar, sino la comida: sus aversiones, sus preferencias, la simbología de determinados alimentos, etc. Es un libro muy entretenido, aunque de narrativa lenta; puesto que se incluye y analiza buena parte de la vida de cada una. Muy recomendable.

Quotes

  • Itzelhas quoted2 years ago
    Cooking, eating, feeding others, resisting or ignoring food—it all runs deep, so deep that we may not even notice the way it helps to define us. Food constitutes a natural vantage point on the history of the personal.
  • Itzelhas quoted2 years ago
    Food, after all, happens every day; it’s intimately associated with all our appetites and thoroughly entangled with the myriad social and economic conditions that press upon a life. Whether or not we spend time in a kitchen, whether or not we even care what’s on the plate, we have a relationship with food that’s launched when we’re born and lasts until we die
  • Yatzel Roldánhas quoted5 years ago
    What rescued me, and possibly us, was the fact that we had no refrigerator. Every day I had to restock our supply of butter, milk, and fresh produce, which meant that every day I had to go to the bazaar. These excursions into unmediated India could be nerve-racking—I had to speak Hindi in the bazaar, as well as dodge the cows and monkeys—but open-air food markets are powerful places. They can break down your resistance like a smile and a wave from a baby. The arrays of fresh produce were modest in this one, for it was a small bazaar, and its practicality appealed to me. No towering displays, just a scattering of the very local fruits and vegetables brought in that morning. The women selling produce sat alongside their eggplants and tomatoes and cauliflowers, listening impassively as I stumbled through my request, and always tossed a big bright chili into the bag as a lagniappe. The spices were the most aromatic I had ever used, the yogurt tasted better than any I had ever eaten, and over time this delicious bounty edged its way into my imagination. I stopped making the pallid soups and salads that had become my tormented specialty and started to cook real food.

    Cautiously, I made a vegetable curry; even more cautiously, a pot of chickpeas for which I had to soak the dried beans—something I thought happened only in communes in Vermont, but there I was doing it. And perfectly! I was elated by my success. The recipes came from the Time-Life Cooking of India, which I had packed in a rare moment of optimism, and Time-Life was very good at writing recipes that worked. That’s what I wanted, something that worked—not necessarily authentic, just something that didn’t pick too many fights with India. I never tried the tricky ones, not the homemade cheese or the deep-fried breads or the syrupy, pretzel-shaped sweets called jalebis. I didn’t want to fail. It was as if India, marriage, and I were wobbling into the future on a unicycle, and I had no wish to threaten our precarious sense of balance.

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