Midnight Chicken began as a blog, where Risbridger used cooking, writing, and feeding herself and those she loved as a way to pull herself out of a depression. Her recipes are the type of cooking you can do “a little bit drunk,” the cozy kind, the after-work kind. It’s food that you can craft out of what you have in your pantry or fridge.
But this is more than a cookbook. Recipes are included, of course, but it’s the writing style and the emotions that really pull you in.
Risbridger’s writing is so elegant and evocative, you feel that you’ve been pulled from a scene whenever you put the book down, and you remember the imagery as if you were there. Her descriptions of London fog, of sitting at the table as a child and looking at next door’s chickens, it’s all so gorgeously rendered.
And then there’s the depiction of food! I’ve read and enjoyed lots of food writers, bloggers, and cookbook authors, and Risbridger is truly my kitchen soulmate.
Elisa Cunningham’s art is perfect, too:
If you need even a little saving, as we all do sometimes, give this book a try. You can also read Risbridger’s writing over at her blog, Eating With My Fingers, if you’re like me and wanted more of her work.