Twenty-something Ruthie Cohen, a data entry minion for a second-tier movie app, spends her days thinking about the kickass meals she’s going to make for her besties, Trish and Lilly, while pining for Dean (sigh, Dean), her vacation fling from six months earlier. Could they have made it work in real life?On top of that, Bubbe Bobby Grace, Ruthie’s beloved and inspiring grandmother, passed away and left Ruthie an inheritance of $62,873.42, along with instructions on how to use “Follow your passion, Dollface.” During a prosecco-fueled night with her gal pals, Ruthie decides to turn her passion into a career and learn the art of French cooking, enrolling in culinary school, paying tuition, and buying her chef’s whites with a few quick clicks online. It’s not long before Ruthie marches into the kitchen and feels the heat from her cooking partner, Jeff, the super hunky (totally taken!) musician that weasels his way into her brain — right next to Dean.How can anyone be expected to focus on school, cooking, career planning, baking, friends, and deciding between two hot guys, especially when one of them also thinks that John Cusack is woefully underrated? And what if neither feels quite like Ruthie’s perfect pairing?
This was fun -- almost like a retelling of Bridget Jones Diary set in culinary school! I love all things food and chef so I loved that part of it. Ruthie is definitely a bit over the top but the journal style in which this was told made it a fun, easy read. And lots of delicious food to read about, too! Plus it's set in Canada, which was fun. Give it a try!
This is the second saddest I've ever been in my entire life. The first saddest was when Bubbe Bobby Grace died (obviously). I hate that this is all happening in the same year. Not cool, universe.When I was crying at her funeral, I thought of the advice she gave me when I was around ten years old. My first childhood pet had died and I was wearing my bravest face as I lowered the shoebox into a hole in the ground that I had dug in the backyard of our old house. Lucy had led a good life, a happy life, a long life for a hamster (a solid four years), though at the time it didn't feel like nearly enough.
At Lucy's graveside ceremony, Bubbe said, "Let the tears flow, dollface," as she dumped a shovel of earth over Lucy's Adidas box casket. "Pain needs an outlet and tears help us heal. Lucy deserves your tears, so let 'em rip."
Those are just a few of my tears. (Can still kind of see the stains.)
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