Edited and with an introduction by Peggy Wolff, Fried Walleye and Cherry Pie was, as I said in my "coming soon" entry a gift. It came just when I needed it -- and hasd been delightful to dip into. It is eminently dip-into-able as it is short pieces by a variety of people, each focusing on what the subtitle of the book signals by saying "MIdwestern Writers on Food." Not shockingly, a number of the writers write about. . . Chicago! This may be partly because Wolff herself grew up in Chicago. Or, it may just be happenstance -- or like the red cars you endlessly notice once you purchase one, it may be all in the eye of the beholder.
In any case, while I have never consumed fried walleye nor am I desperate (ever) for cherry pie, I do indeed like to snack on this book. Of particular note:
The opener to the book -- focuses on Wrigley Field hot dogs -- and the ways these connect Wolff to her father and thus connect food, place, experience. It made me stop and think. And, it was a delightful, open, entryway into the edited collection itself. Not all epigraphs are so open -- yet it is one part of all books that I particularly enjoy checking out.
A few other tidbits: the owner of a South Side lunchroom reflects, and there are moments when the Joy of Cooking meets well, the ethics of pate. (I am working very hard to simultaneously forget and take seriously the latter.) But just if you read a tad out of order. A few, by the way, come with recipes. Hmmm.
While you may find more details at ohter reviews, you will not find more joy at actually recognizing some of the places and experiences -- as a returner to Chicago, this was a delightful snack. And a reminder that food is, indeed, local. And more.