A moving, beautiful and sorrowful exploration of love, loss and food.

I was hardly able to make it thirty pages into this book without crying. The pain the Zauner feels when losing her mother and trying to recapture her likeness in the elements of Zauner’s own life – particularly in her cooking – is saddening but also beautiful to read. It wonderfully portrays the way food intertwines itself through all aspects of her life, from being a way to affirm her own identity as a Korean and then later to trace back what was lost and hold that dear to her forever.

Perhaps one of the reasons I enjoyed this book so much because I can relate to it. Food is a way that I connect to my loved ones, and them to me. I’m sure I’ll read passages from this book again and again for years to come.