“And so I was left with a mantra, a sort of haiku version of our relationship: I don’t regret one day I spent with him, nor did I leave a moment too soon.” Padma Lakshmi, telling her husband to pack his damn knives and go in Love, Loss, and What We Ate
To be upfront and honest, I have to say that I’m mildly obsessed with Padma Lakshmi. If you are not familiar with her by name… you may know her as the host of Top Chef or the former wife of Salman Rushdie (this sounds like something I would absolutely make up, but it is true). She is insanely beautiful, and has a job that I would probably kill for, depending on the situation. I am not a monster, but I am interested in a career change, so a girl’s gotta do… I finished her memoir, Love, Loss and What We Ate, a few days ago and while it did little to assuage my burning resentment towards her, it was a fun read.
The book is a good combination of things I enjoy – incessant talk about food (seriously, I was starving all the way through the book, she has an incredible ability to describe food, cooking and eating, and I inexplicably spent about $40 on spices to make Indian food, which I love but patently do not ever cook), stories from her very interesting life, and subtle shade at Tom Collichio whom I like but imagine is insufferably arrogant. There is so much great stuff here; lots of details about her immigrant childhood, her relationship with her mom, her early career as a model, her struggles with endometriosis and becoming a mother and dealing with a terrible custody battle. She is a million times more than just a pretty face.
The story of her life veers back and forth through time and she is incredibly candid about her relationships and her insecurities, which I weirdly never imagined she had. I know on a human level that everyone has them, but you would probably understand that I was never worried about the self-esteem of Padma Lakshmi. Did I mention the recipes? There are recipes! I haven’t tried any yet but definitely will. I think it’s good now and then to take a closer look at people who we think have everything together and realize that they are just as big of a glorious mess as the rest of us.
Quick, fun, interesting, hunger provoking book.
Grade – B