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Posted April 13, 2005
I have been a fan of Liz Smith's for years. This book is a winner. I never had so much fun. I felt as if I ate my way with her around the world. It led me to eat my first Chicken friend steak. Liz is right. Chicken fried steak is awesome! I highly recommend this book you'll lean a lot about people you always wanted to know more about. Don't miss this one.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 19, 2005
What's better than gossip with your gnocchi, tell-alls with your tea, or rumors with your rib roast? Everyone loves to eat and, whether we'll admit it or not, we all enjoy hearing the lascivious latest. Liz Smith, who well knows her way around a table and a tantalizing tale, has combined dish with recipes in her latest book. The title is 'Dishing,' and it's all gravy. You gotta' love a gal who schmoozes with the rich and fabulous admitting that she once took a children's course in table manners after being flummoxed by a finger bowl during lunch with Mrs. Vincent Astor. It was during this class at the Plaza that she learned the appropriate way to leave a table: '......'we must never explain why we are leaving the table if we do. Simply get up and say `Excuse me,' and fold the napkin across the back of the chair so the waiter will know you plan to return.' This came as news to the former resident of Fort Worth, Texas, whose constant childhood dish was milk toast, and where her mother insisted that she and her siblings eat watermelon in the bathtub because it was easier to hose them off afterwards. However, Texas is, as we know, where the stars are big and bright - there must have also been a lucky one for Miz Liz to be born under because one of the first to become her friend in New York City was Sirio, a waiter. Later, Sirio Maccioni would own a famous restaurant, Le Cirque. Another famous restauranteur, Henri Soule, taught her the proper way to eat caviar, and she hilariously recalls the time he gifted her with an expensive case of wine. Having no idea of the value of this rare Chateau Petrus, she served it to her friends along with chili. There's very little, whether it's food or the famous, that this author has missed. There's a memorable dinner in Paris with Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, and she sat with Nicole Kidman as the svelte star polished off every roll and bread in the table basket. Amongst all the glitterati with whom has she shared the most unusual meals? Malcolm Forbes. 'My first meeting with Malcolm, she writes, 'was at a private dinner given by Barbara Walters where Malcolm roared up on a motorcycle and came in wearing black tie, carrying his helmet. He offered me a ride home but I dislike flying through thin air at sixty miles an hours.' Theirs was a mutually beneficial friendship, as he enjoyed the publicity she offered his magazine while she enjoyed being a guest on his yacht and visiting the Forbes chateau in Normandy. (Who wouldn't?) Nonetheless, according to Miz Liz the most outstanding meal they shared was a breakfast at his office building which housed his museum quality collectibles. On this occasion Forbes had the table decorated with his Faberge eggs, scattered about among the napkins and silver. 'Dishing' is subtitled 'Great Dish - and Dishes - from America's Most Beloved Gossip Columnist.' And, dishes there are - recipes for everything from Elvis's favorite potato sandwich to 'Chipped Beef a la Krupp Diamond' courtesy of Liz Taylor. With her column now syndicated in more than 70 newspapers, Miz Liz knows how to write, and even though she's been thinking about 'turning her apartment kitchen into a closet,' she knows what to eat and where to eat it. 'Dishing' is a fun feast - pull up a chair and enjoy it. - Gail CookeWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 26, 2005
A very disappointing book in the end. A disjointed memoir, but not really a memoir - just kind of an incomplete stringing together of columns along with some (unappetizing) 'recipes' and vague tales of her family dinner table in Texas. Just when you think she may be onto something good the chapter ends or the subject abruptly changes. Lots of strange concoctions for mexican food. Weird and unsatisfying.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.