i'd like a memoir with a side of fries

you know how you kind of feel guilty when you read a memoir because you're like, "why am i wasting time reading about this person's life. who cares?" but then you are like, "mia you are sooo right, that woody allen is a perv." well, when i was browsing at a bookstore during lunch i saw that there is a "memoir with recipes" genre. wtf? i won't even stoop to that level. i like to eat and all, but i don't need to read how food has shaped someone else's fat life. lame-o.