This is the perfect example of a gift of capitalism: a book you would never ever think of needing but once you know that exists, you can't stop thinking about it until you can get your hands on a copy.I don't know exactly why I thought I needed to own a copy of The Dead Celebrity Cookbook: A Resurrection of Recipes by 150 Stars of Stage and Screen. Perhaps it was the huge assortment of live celebrities that blurbed it, ranging from Michael Musto to Random Superstars of the Blogger World. Perhaps it was the colorful cover that drew me in. Perhaps it was good old fashioned morbid curiosity.
Regardless of my fatal (get it?) attraction, I decided against spending the twenty plus bucks on a cookbook I may or may not use on a regular basis, and checked it out from my local library. That it was actually at my local library is something that makes me reaffirm “I love New York.”
Anyway, the book isn't what you would think. I had some idea that would contain recipes for Heath Ledger's Spinach Balls or Whitney Houston's Strawberry Pancakes or Chris Farley's Homemade Twinkes. No, most of the recipes included here were from celebrities who died of natural causes, often a while ago. I guess this makes sense, since if you're doing speedballs and trying to talk yourself out of drunken driving charges, you don't have much time for home cooking. But still I was disappointed.
Once I got over my disappointment though I tried some of the recipes and was very pleased. I particularly liked Frank Sinatra's Barbecued Lamb and Rock Hudson's cannoli and I particularly enjoyed them together.