Jenny Rosenstrach, and her husband, Andy, regularly, some might say pathologically, cook dinner for their family every night. Even when they work long days. Even when their kids’ schedules pull them in eighteen different directions. They are not superhuman. They are not from another planet.
With simple strategies and common sense, Jenny figured out how to break down dinner—the food, the timing, the anxiety, from prep to cleanup—so that her family could enjoy good food, time to unwind, and simply be together.
Using the same straight-up, inspiring voice that readers of her award-winning blog, Dinner: A Love Story, have come to count on, Jenny never judges and never preaches. Every meal she dishes up is a real meal, one that has been cooked and eaten and enjoyed at least a half dozen times by someone in Jenny’s house. With inspiration and game plans for any home cook at any level, Dinner: A Love Story is as much for the novice who doesn’t know where to start as it is for the gourmand who doesn’t know how to start over when she finds herself feeding an intractable toddler or for the person who never thought about home-cooked meals until he or she became a parent. This book is, in fact, for anyone interested in learning how to make a meal to be shared with someone they love, and about how so many good, happy things happen when we do – Goodreads
Hi, my name is Ashley and I don’t want children. There are two responses to this. 1) “Hi, Ashley, welcome to the club.” 2) “Oh. Hon. You’ll change your mind.” Now, I know you’re asking, “why are you telling me this?” I’m telling you this because this book is about dinner and families and I still enjoyed it.
Jenny Rosenstrach takes us on a food journal of when she first met the man who is now her husband, to when they first married, to when they became a family of three, to finally a family of four. Rosenstrach packs this book full of not only amazing recipes, but full of stories that make you relate to her even if you don’t have a background in the magazine industry and New York City. I laughed with her, I almost cried with her (to be honest it takes a lot to make me cry while reading), I wanted to hang out with her at her dinner table. Sadly, I can’t. I can however make some of her amazing recipes and hope for the best at my own kitchen table.
Rosenstrach has a blog by the same name: Dinner: A Love Story and it must be said. You can read this book without reading her blog. I read a lot of blogs (well as many as a full time grad student and full time worker can read in her “free time”) and very rarely do I read a book from a blog that two aren’t overly connected. I understand that bloggers hate to hear that because they would love for the two to be separate, but this book is legitamely one of those books I could hand to my mother, who doesn’t know what a blog is, and she would be able to read this as a stand alone book. Yes, there are overlaps, but the overlaps don’t ruin the book. Personally, I think that is a good mark of the author.