Grisham and pecan pies

Food is the zest of life. When I think of American food, me and a lot of many around the world I'd imagine, think of lots of hamburgers, fries and pizza's.

But this is not true as expounded upon by John Grisham's Last Juror, one of his earlier and countless books he writes. In the Last Juror we really get a delicious treat of American food that leaves the reader salivating and forgetting about the murder, courtroom drama and life in the post-trial period.

In The Last Juror there are pages upon pages in the narrative about southern cuisine as made by one black (sorry, African-American) lady who turns out to be the pride of the black community.

The journalist, who is the story-teller, is fed continually and introduced to all sorts of cuisine from the garden alongside pork chips, roast beef and lamb stew alongside butter beans, okra, eggplants, cabbage, new red potatoes and so on.

The description is so rich it is melodious leaving the reader in a state of wonderment about food and more luscious food with plenty of helpings. The lady knew who to make people comfortable and stuff them to the hilts in different varieties.

In some cases, the black lady Miss Callie talks about the way she makes such food going into rich melange that makes the reader want to follow and make as the case with beef rump roast were vegetables, salt and pepper and water. She adds such a recipe takes five hours.

Because of his global popularity as an author, Grisham's narrative becomes very appealing allowing people the world-over to sit up and listen to the 'voice' of the text, as if someone is talking to you about different varieties of food.

All of a sudden as well, the hamburgers, fries hotdogs and pizzas take a back seat, and is replaced by more succulent dishes and excellent varieties

Then we get a taste of deserts and pecan pies, pumpkin pies, coconut pies, strawberry cakes, and the list goes on. We droll and drivel in the text, and certainly become hungry.

After a while the reader starts wondering. Is it the trial he is following, the journalist, religious aspect of the community, or is it the great food being made by a lovely black lady, no patronizing?