Well-written and funny, with a fair number of drug references, and recipes that look like they just might work, but one is a little reluctant to commit a lot of time to recipes from someone who proclaims herself to have both a primary and a backup dealer.

The bookstores really don’t know where to file this — some file it under Humor, some under Cooking, some just give up and stick it on a table in the middle of the store. During the book tour, Sedaris was at her most animated when railing against those who want to call it humor — she takes the recipe and entertaining bit very seriously, in an ironic sort of way, and she wants people to take her book seriously. It’s as if she truly believed she was the Betty Crocker for the new millennium, a burnt-out roach in the ashtray and a medicine cabinet full of Valium (and marbles).