Cain and Abel in the Kitchen

Ron Charles’s review of Thomas Christopher Greene’s foodie novel I’ll Never Be Long Gone is written like a recipe, but it also contains a moral:

It’s galling that some authors, such as, say, Anita Shreve, must constantly defend themselves from the pejorative “romance” label no matter how well they write, while romantic fluff like this can pass itself off as “literary fiction.” It’s the same in the kitchen, of course: Women just cook, but men are chefs.

Check, please.