Dawn Lerman grew up Jewish in the seventies. I grew up Italian. Might sound different, but for the most part, its the same. Especially when it comes to food. The philosophy was simple, food = love. My Fat Dad hilariously and poignantly captures that essence. Whether youre Italian, Jewish, or anything else, you can relate to how family, food, and the love of both affect how we grow up and live our life. Mangia!
Ray Romano, Emmy awardwinning actor
Everything you want in a book about food: thoughtful, moving, funny, and, of course, delicious (see the recipe on sweet potato latkes). Dawn reminds us that eating is about much more than protein and carbs and nutrientsits about family, history, and identity. Dawns grandmother put it best: I can find my heritage in a bowl of soup.
A. J. Jacobs, journalist and New York Times bestselling author of Drop Dead Healthy
Dawn Lerman takes the reader along on one of lifes important journeysto find true nourishment. Her discoveries about the powerful ways that food connects us to our families, our heritage, and, ultimately, to ourselves are profound and beautiful.
Andie Mitchell, New York Times bestselling author of It Was Me All Along
Dawn Lermans love letter to her father is a big, funny, welcome embrace to all of us fat dads out there.
David Sax, James Beard Awardwinning author of Save the Deli
Told with no fear, some surprises, and much humor, punctuated with delightful and delicious recipes from both the old and the new world of cooking, the best dishes being those made with love. We can all relate to a life obsessed with food; and Dawn shows that food often does equal love, and that being fed well equates to being nurtured as well as nourished... A truly wonderful journey!
Lisa Goldberg, cofounder of Monday Morning Cooking Club
[Lermans] passion for cooking and good food, a constant joy during a challenging childhood, shines throughout this touching memoir.
Martha Rose Shulman, cookbook author, cooking teacher, and food columnist for The New York Times
Some of Dawn Lermans vivid childhood food memories made me smile; others brought tears to my eyes. I particularly enjoyed reading about her inspiring grandmother, who, with her love and her delicious cooking, saved Dawn Lermans life spoonful by spoonful, patiently teaching her to taste and to cook.
Faye Levy, author of 1,000 Jewish Recipes
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Lerman, Dawn.
My fat dad : a memoir of food, love, and family, with recipes / Dawn Lerman.Berkley trade paperback edition.
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To my family:
My dad, my mom, my sister April, my grandmother Beauty
without you, there would be no story.
And to Dylan and Sofia, you are my world and my heart.
CONTENTS
PART ONE
INTRODUCTION
Always Hungry
A s far back as I can remember, there was an invisible wall that separated me from my dad, a distance that I could never completely penetrate. His closest relationship was with the bathroom scalehis first stop every morning and his last stop every evening. It controlled his moods, our days, what we were going to eat, and basically ruled our family life.
My father, a brilliant copywriter in the Mad Men era of advertising, was known for his witty ad campaignshe was responsible for such iconic slogans as Fly the Friendly Skies of United, Coke Is It, This Buds for You, and Leggo My Eggoand being able to solve any image problem that was thrown his way. Unfortunately, he was not able to use the same problem-solving skills when it came to his weight. My dad was fat while I was growing up450 pounds at his heaviest. His weight would go up and down like an elevator, depending on what diet he was on or not on that month. For six months, he ate only white rice; another time, he drank only shakes; and another time he had only Special Khoping that after a week of eating the cereal, there would be only an inch to pinch. What was most vivid to me about those early years with my parents was the constant feeling of hunger that consumed me as my obese father rotated from diet to diet.
Each week he would discover a new miracle plan, and my mom and I were forced to eat whatever freeze-dried, saccharin-loaded concoction he was testing, so as not to tempt him by eating normal food. Before I entered grade school, I was an expert on Atkins, Weight Watchers, the Barbie Diet, the Grapefruit Diet, the Cabbage Soup Diet, the Drinking Mans Diet, and the Sleeping Beauty Diet, able to recite their rules and agreeing with my dad that the world would be a better place if food did not have calories. Of course, I had no idea what a calorie was, but I knew it was something that was really upsetting to my father, and he would be happier without them.