I subsisted on Cliff bars, Cuban coffee, and Trader Joe’s wine. The only real habit of my old life that made it over to my new life was reading. In fact I became even more alive with reading than I had before. Taking myself out on reading dates. Spending entire days in bed with a book. Like J. Ryan Stradal’s Kitchens of the Great Midwest.
Over at the Los Angeles Review of Books, Melissa Chadburn reviews J. Ryan Stradal’s Kitchens of the Great Midwest.
