Why wasn’t Dirty Sugar Cookies lauded all around on all the foodie this that and other sites I come across? Hail Halliday, down with snobbery. Her irreverent stroll (I’m sure she’s sick of being called irreverent) through midwestern picky-eater youth to NYC omnivore will send the germ-phobic unsettled and the Martha Stewarts a-eye-rolling. She’s a Hip Mama, Bust and Bitch contributor but you never feel chastised or anti-feminist for wanting an easy-bake oven. Food lust trumps politics in one vignette after another, except perhaps for her waxing and waning vegetarianism. Highly reccomended and each chapter ends in an as cleverly written recipe.
Along these lines, a playful slap on the wrist from the Guardian: “You delight in dining off-menu. Your knives are worth more than your car. Self-confessed gastronome Tim Hayward on 10 tell-tale signs that you love food a little too much.” Click here for the full article.















