A beautiful, but basically useless, cookbook. Quite enjoyed reading it, but I know I’m too unlikely to ever cook from it to give it shelf-room.
Why? The recipes are gorgeous, but I’ve got much more accessible versions of them in other books. They can also be a little imprecise. What, pray tell, is a “glug” of oil? I’m sure I could wing it; after all, that’s how I do most of my cooking. But when I actually do use a recipe, I don’t want to guess.
Oddly, I think I could say all of the above about all the Jamie Oliver books I have. Seems like a fantastic guy and one I’m always happy to read, but his recipes don’t inspire me.