Fried Butter: A Food Memoir
Abe Opincar, 2003, Soho Press, 165 pages, trade paperback.
Very good condition except top edge of binding dented, pages clean and bright, binding tight, cover clean.
One my favorite books. Written with humor, grace, and bite, Opincar tells the story of his life through food. I read Fried Butter numerous times and have given it to many friends -Susan
Foods, flavors, textures, aromas are like memories for Abe Opincar. He remembers leaving his wife the night he baked chicken, being criticized by French hosts for not properly eating ripe peaches with a knife and a fork, eggs sunny side up and first sex, cornmeal mush and his dotty aunt, garlic and his father’s love. We might look at a photograph or memento. Opincar’s recollections are summoned by food.
His life in California, Kyoto, Jerusalem, Paris, Istanbul and Tijuana is all called up by flavors that bring back the moments and places and people he broke bread with and loved. What’s recalled and savored is sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, or insightful and poignant, but it is always witty and penetrating and wholly beguiling. We eat what we are. Food is life, and Opincar relishes it.
Abe Opincar, 2003, Soho Press, 165 pages, trade paperback.
Very good condition except top edge of binding dented, pages clean and bright, binding tight, cover clean.
One my favorite books. Written with humor, grace, and bite, Opincar tells the story of his life through food. I read Fried Butter numerous times and have given it to many friends -Susan
Foods, flavors, textures, aromas are like memories for Abe Opincar. He remembers leaving his wife the night he baked chicken, being criticized by French hosts for not properly eating ripe peaches with a knife and a fork, eggs sunny side up and first sex, cornmeal mush and his dotty aunt, garlic and his father’s love. We might look at a photograph or memento. Opincar’s recollections are summoned by food.
His life in California, Kyoto, Jerusalem, Paris, Istanbul and Tijuana is all called up by flavors that bring back the moments and places and people he broke bread with and loved. What’s recalled and savored is sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, or insightful and poignant, but it is always witty and penetrating and wholly beguiling. We eat what we are. Food is life, and Opincar relishes it.
Abe Opincar, 2003, Soho Press, 165 pages, trade paperback.
Very good condition except top edge of binding dented, pages clean and bright, binding tight, cover clean.
One my favorite books. Written with humor, grace, and bite, Opincar tells the story of his life through food. I read Fried Butter numerous times and have given it to many friends -Susan
Foods, flavors, textures, aromas are like memories for Abe Opincar. He remembers leaving his wife the night he baked chicken, being criticized by French hosts for not properly eating ripe peaches with a knife and a fork, eggs sunny side up and first sex, cornmeal mush and his dotty aunt, garlic and his father’s love. We might look at a photograph or memento. Opincar’s recollections are summoned by food.
His life in California, Kyoto, Jerusalem, Paris, Istanbul and Tijuana is all called up by flavors that bring back the moments and places and people he broke bread with and loved. What’s recalled and savored is sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, or insightful and poignant, but it is always witty and penetrating and wholly beguiling. We eat what we are. Food is life, and Opincar relishes it.