A friend from many years ago was a caterer on movie sets. I thought she had an amazingly interesting and glamorous job – she said it was mostly just cooking in shitty and inadequate kitchens! Anyway, I thought of my friend when I read Stanley Tucci’s memoir, Taste, because there’s one chapter on what Tucci ate on movie sets (it was my favourite chapter).

Tucci subtitles the book ‘My Life Through Food’, and he weaves recipes through reminiscences about his childhood –

…in Italian families, nothing is discussed, ruminated on or joked about as much as food (except death, but I’ll save that subject for another book)… Continue reading →