Nikhil BoSe BoSe itibaren Pravo Zhovtnya, Kyivs'ka oblast, Ukrayna
i read this in Kazakhstan, as a lonely Peace Corps Volunteer subsisting on eggs, potatoes, spaghetti and hot dogs. Under my down comforter, wearing a hat, in front of my Soviet space heater, I would devour Peter Mayle's sunshine, lavender, truffles, coq au vin, wine, and laugh at those quirky Provencal villagers. This book started my love affair with cooking and probably saved my sanity.