This book was such a delight and, like, the food metaphors for its a feast and tasty and, all true, but I think the absolute joy that Twitty takes in everything he does, even when its a joy tempered by pain or a joy in the face of everything, comes through so strongly in this book.
(Also I really wish the ratings for pace were "rare, medium, and well done" but I digress.)
The tashlich was my favorite, though.