I’ve followed Charlotte Ree on instagram for a long time – she works in publishing and also posts a lot of desserts, probably the content I was looking for. I have been aware of this one for a while, as she’s spoken about the process of it on social media and so I knew I wanted to read it because I really love memoirs that are also about food.
Just 24 hours before Sydney entered its first lockdown in 2020, Charlotte Ree left her husband when they’d been married a very short time. This is the story of her processing that separation, her foray back into the dating world and all its ups and downs and throughout all of that, the role that food played in her emotional recovery. At times, in the dark days after just separating, Ree couldn’t muster the effort to cook much and so she ate boiled eggs – perfectly hard boiled eggs, which is why there’s one on the cover here. From there, as she felt like she could do more, she moved to soft boiled eggs with toast soldiers and then, more complex foods. But originally, those boiled eggs she says, nourished her when she wasn’t able to nourish herself.
I love food but I have a complex relationship with it. I have multiple health issues which means my digestive system is temperamental and unpredictable, severely limiting what I can safely eat at times. I don’t enjoy cooking myself but I love watching cooking and having other people cook for me. My husband’s love language is feeding people, much like I feel Charlotte Ree’s might be and this book has vivid descriptions of the meals she has cooked for people. There are also multiple recipes included at the end of the book as well, for some of the meals that get a mention more than once (such as her perfect hard-boiled egg, her Pa’s pesto, and a few other favourites).
This is a no holds barred memoir – the author is definitely not afraid to explore everything at the deepest level. It’s a frank look at the relationship that led to her marriage, how she came to the decision to leave that marriage and everything that came after that as well. It is at times, not a particularly easy book to read as the author navigates the struggle of having had her marriage not work out and dealing with the grief of that loss and also the complexity of dipping a toe back into the dating pool. I quite often say that I could never deal with dating apps, if I were to ever end up single again. I’m deeply introverted and anxious about meeting new people and the idea of it just….I can’t. I’d live alone with like, cats or something. So I admire people who navigate this world, putting themselves out there, often for scenarios that are misleading or disappointing. Because sometimes you can find something special. When dating, Ree often has her dates over to her apartment so she can cook for them, it seems to be her preferred sort of date. But she also details the meals she eats out and on the occasions someone else cooks for her, she describes that too. I love the way she writes about food, the reverence that pours from the words, how important it is to her. This book also details an experience she has with the uglier side of dating, something that was quite harrowing and probably a significant and realistic fear of a lot of women who step into this world. It can put you in a vulnerable place and the result of this if you encounter the wrong person, someone who will take advantage of that, is detailed here.
The parts of this book that I enjoyed the most were of course the parts detailing food but also about family. The various family members that had shaped her life and the meals and foods she associated with them. I think everyone has foods that are comfort foods or ones that have been prepared for them by a certain person more than anyone else, foods that we associate with certain people. For me, I know so many of my core family memories and connections were formed around food: my Nan’s homemade cupcakes and lamingtons and her pork roast with everything, my husband’s bolognese sauce, my mother-in-law’s chicken schnitzel. They are foods I associate with those people and always will. This book really made me think about that, the sorts of foods that I would group together, the foods that have defined parts of my life. So many descriptions and comments in this book encouraged me to think about similar things I’d experienced or similar connections I’d made. My taste in food is definitely a lot plainer but I think probably so many people could be inspired by some of these vivid descriptions about what food can mean, as well as how it tastes.
This is raw, very vulnerable, filled with beautiful moments but also a lot of heartbreak, self reflection, picking yourself up and starting again (and again). It was a really deep and meaningful memoir, something I enjoyed reading. And I love the idea of the recipes at the back. I’m going to start with the boiled egg.
***A copy of this book was provided by the publisher for the purpose of an honest review***