Mebel is a trophy wife who is thrown for a loop when her husband leaves her for their very young personal chef. She decides that learning how to cook is the way to get him back. Which makes her seem incredibly stupid. But really, her blinders about the allure of a young woman to an old man are kind of a metaphor.
She is beautiful and an expert at pleasing her mate, but she has never had to do anything else. She is beautiful and rich and it would seem that that should be enough to keep her happy. But clearly it is not.
Sutanto is, once again, completely on her game at showing generational differences and lack of self-awareness and how finding community can help people find themselves.
The story is a delight, there is a bit of a mystery, some competition and some delicious sounding food. But the real gem is Mebel's fish-out-of-water learning curve, both with cooking and with the youths of today. The world in which she was raised is entrenched in respect for the elder and when she realizes the world she has moved to (a drippy outpost of Oxford, England that is delightful in its lack of character) has very little respect for women her age, particularly spoiled ones like her, it is uncomfortable for her, but awfully fun for the reader.


