After the first third, this book was a boring conglomeration of food descriptions with two dimensional characters who don’t act in logical ways, I.e. Mallory’s literal “come-to-Jesus” moment was totally unbelievable. Even more unbelievable was Hasan’s forgiveness of her, given that he has no reason to do so. Then the book verges into the problematic when Mallory presents French cooking as superior to Indian cooking.