I don't get jealous much. I have a small house, old car, squeaky bike, outdated computer and old-school television and I don't covet my friends' flashier versions of all of the above.
I should clarify — jealous in a good way. (Like, holy crap, I hope to write like that some day.) The story is about molecular gastronomy and is beautifully told, with sharp insight and a wry tone. Not to mention some hilarious edge:
... It is the best crab I have had in my life, the best English peas, the best shiitake mushrooms ever. It is an absolute wonder of science and cuisine, of processes I barely understand, of chemicals whose names I can't remember. ... After the crab, anything else would be a letdown. I think a blow job and a salad made of hundred-dollar bills would be a letdown.
Anyway, I mention all this because Sheehan's recent book, Cooking Dirty, was just named by TIME magazine as one of the top 10 nonfiction books of 2009.
I haven't read it yet, but based on what I've read by him thus far and this esteemed nod, I'm guessing it's a hell of a read.
Congrats to one of our own (an alt-weekly writer) for this honor.
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