This I know after reading both of Stanley Tucci's books - food is as much a part of him as his children are. He adores it, appreciates a simple meal just the same as an elegant one, and rarely does he deprive himself of spending quality time with a well-prepared dish. The love he has for cuisine shines through in his writing and is, I believe, what makes his books so damn delicious. 4 decadent stars!
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I read Taste previously and wanted to give this other book by Tucci a go 😊

I initially thought they might be too similar (and Tucci does mention a couple of things he’d brought up previously in Taste), but it was still varied. I enjoyed the diary format!

Some of the pasta sounds ace 🤤 3.5 out of 5 stars, thank you ✨

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Can Stanley Tucci please be my dad too? This book is basically a diary of what he did for a year and mostly what be ate for a year with recipes sprinkled throughout. I absolutely loved this book and my biggest life wish is to have a pasta meal cooked by him. (Specifically the Ragu meal from his cookbook) I really love the insight of what he does and eats, such as bringing pots and skillets and stuff he may need whenever he leaves with his wife because hotels or condos of wherever he stays at doesn't have what they need. He also just makes spaghetti wherever he goes because it makes him feel more at home. I almost never travel but I'm about to start doing that too because spaghetti is such an important to me meal that I eat multiple times a month. I absolutely love this book and can't wait for the next one if he writes anymore.

When my husband saw that I had borrowed this from the library, he commented that he had thumbed through it at the bookstore, and could not believe that someone would pay $45 for this. And in fairness, I get it. It really is just a run down of what he ate in one year - much of it described in detail as to sauces, spices, and other items on the menu. His ā€œrelated thoughtsā€ are not always, and sometimes he makes comments about food, his wife, other people, that seem unfair- at least from an outsider. And quite often he would describe what he ate, and follow it up with a comment like he had never another dish that was this good. But there were a few dishes like that, so after a while it felt over the top.

It was an easy read - but I’m glad I borrowed it from the library.