The Bread and the Knife: A Life in 26 Bites is an alphabetical food memoir that recounts, in loosely

linked chapters, a decidedly nonchronological

coming of age story. For me, food has always been a way to mark milestones and a fixative for elusive memories. For better or worse, my emotional life is encoded in what I ate, where I ate it and with whom. 

The flap copy describes the book this way:

"As it was for M. F. K. Fisher in The Gastronomical Me, food is more than a metaphor in The Bread and the Knife. It is the organizing principle of an existence. Starting with "A Is for Al Dente," the loosely linked chapters evoke an alphabet of food memories that recount a woman’s emotional growth from the challenges of youth to professional accomplishment, marriage, and divorce. Betrayal is embodied in an overripe melon, her awakening in a Béarnaise sauce. Passion fruit juice portends the end of a first marriage, while tarte Tatin offers redemption. Each letter serves up a surprising variation on the struggle for self-knowledge, the joy and pain of familial and romantic love, and food’s astonishing ability to connect us with both the living and the dead.

Ranging from her grandmother's suburban kitchen to an elegant New York restaurant, a longhouse in Borneo, and a palace in Rajasthan, The Bread and the Knife charts the vicissitudes of a woman forced to swallow some hard truths about herself while discovering that the universe can dispense surprising second chances."

Finally, there are six recipes that run the gamut from a memorable white borscht to my stepfather's addictive Stromboli Stuffing.