I was given this for my birthday a while ago and it was one of those books that I disliked intensely at first glance. At first glance (and I can't stress that enough) I had it figured as one of those books that will tease you with glorious recipes and food porn photos and then slam you with the knowledge that you're fucked, you simply will not be able to find a single ingredient unless you wrestle them from old wizened Tuscan farmer's wife in the month of May. I have to say I do like the recipes in my cookbooks to at least end up on my plate once in a while.
OK, all of this was at first glance. Now, not being one to judge a book by it's cover too harshly I sat down with it and was summarily blown away. I have fallen in love with the simplicity of it all. The joy of the ingredients are what comes through, really simple and beautiful stuff. I am still not a fan of the interstitial writing (I didn't get a sense of the author bar some florid prose) but the food is a delight and looks so easy to cook the girlfriend was offering to try them out. High praise indeed.