El pan que como

"I will eat". With this concise phrase this book on food starts. About food and life, food and memories, food and literature. This is not a narrative about haute cuisine, nor does it contain elaborate and elaborate recipes, nor does it speak of media chefs. This book is developed around a modest stew that the protagonist is preparing to eat at home. And, from that humble and traditional dish, the successive chapters tell us about the neighborhood store that sells prepared food, about the ingredients of the stew -meats, legumes, vegetables ...-, about water and wine and the accompanying bread, the tablecloth and the cutlery, the oil cans and the salt, the cooking process and the women who preserved and transmitted the culinary knowledge from generation to generation... And through all these elements the author delves into everyday life, memories of childhood and beyond childhood, in the literary pages in which food is the protagonist ... The result is a text that amazes without raising its voice, that moves no need to go to thunderous pyrotechnics, which captures life without becoming involved in ostentatious pirouettes. A beautiful book in its apparent simplicity, tasty as the plate of food around which it is written.