I love food and writing, so you'd think I would love food writing (and I'm all over r/suggestmeabook when people want foodie memoirs).

The pioneer of the genre in America is often considered to be M. F. K. Fisher. The Art of Eating nearly put me in a boredom coma. I really wanted to be that person, but none of it made any sense to me.

(Edit: is this a good place to brag that I loathe Vanity Fair, but have finished it twice to make sure? I read it at 15 for a book report, thought it was terrible, and tried again in my 20s to make sure I hadn't missed something. I hadn't.)