“Food is the greatest drug of all time and a proper bandaid. It’s a hug when you need it, a way to forget your problems and blot out the noise in your head.”
I had the pleasure of watching Adam Gnade read from this book in both Kansas City, Missouri and Lawrence, Kansas on April 2nd of 2025. I knew nothing about him, but I recognized the cover from my old bookstore in Seattle and am always down to champion local talent (he lives on a farm in KS now, though he’s FROM San Diego). Adam’s reading was great; I bought the book and was excited to read it. But holy shit, man. Hoooly shit. It’s better than I’d have ever guessed. It’s one of my favorite books ever. It’s an absolute feast.
I think the concept is just beautiful. How Adam manages to tie such vivid, melancholic memory to each plate of food is nothing short of wizardry. It made me think a lot about food as catharsis (see the above quote) and how so many of my most cherished memories too center around a warm, delicious meal. The whole book left me feeling excited and inspired and hungry as fuck! Today, knowing I’d finish the book in the evening, I drove an hour to Topeka to get lunch with my best friend. He’d just moved there a week ago and I was excited to show him my favorite spot, Taco Villa. It’s Americanized slop, deep-fried and diluted of spice, but my family would always eat there when we drove up to visit my grandparents. It was a sacred place for us and it still is to me. I made my friend order the “Thing”, kind of a tostada, but really just meat and cheese and tortilla. I ordered two, plus two tacos. We chowed down and we talked & talked and then I took him to my grandma and I’s favorite trail to walk off the calories. It was a beautiful day that existed because of this book and what it reminded me about food and about love.
Thank you, Adam, for writing this. Thank you, thank you, thank you.