All right then, I'm on your side!
So, I read two books - well, actually, parts of more - in the last several days. Hard to count them as I shut one or two as preposterous... and badly written preposterous.
One I actually finished, in complete relief to read not only sentences with some muscle but a storyline I could get interested in... was the latest by 'John Le Carre', The Mission Song.
One of the most enjoyable of his in memory, but that's not my point ----- There's an early scene with the angry husband (our protagonist) pushing a semi roasted chicken down the garbage disposal in inchoate anger at the failure of his wife to show up, yet again.
The next book I read, fairly fast, and an obvious one for me with my italy enjoyment, was Grisham's Playing for Pizza, which was set in Parma, a city I could adopt if they'd ask me. It starts out with an american football player having his first italian meal. Yes, of course, the waiters rushed out with the 'just ready' food in perfect timing....