If You Can’t Take the Heat:
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
By Geraldine Deruiter
I loved her. I could read a thousand memoirs just like this. She was funny and biting and satirical and deeply honest at times, and I just couldn’t get enough of her little stories. Especially her writing on the toxic masculinity expected in celebrity chefs. Oh, and her horribly awful experience that a restaurant run by one. How in the world did she ever survive?
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