My 11th grade English teacher was insane. She claimed to have been a part of the witness protection program because her ex husband had tried to burn down her house. She chose her new last name because it "looked even"-- whatever that means. In my time in her class I learned the importance of the plants used in Shakespeare's play (which I've actually learned cannot be applied to life at all) and the random items that could be related back to sex (a fork, she said, was a male utensil because you stick it into things).

The beginning of each chapter offers a different recipe that becomes the backbone of the story. I once tried to recreate a soup recipe for a class project. The recipe called for veal and, not knowing what it was or that it was the centerpiece of the meal, I left the ingredient out. Despite the unfortunate bland taste of the soup post-leaving out veal, I got full credit for the assignment. The babes of this blog would make better use of Tita's meal options than I did, I'm sure.
The story is majestic and mesmerizing. Through Tita's search for love, revenge, and happiness the reader becomes entranced in the life of turn of the century Mexico and craves to feel such full emotions like Tita-- as well as eat such full and delicious meals!
Salivating,
Nicole


