I refer to her as Madame Chiang not because I'm affected, but because, according to her co-writer Lisa Weiss, that's what everyone calls her. At their first meeting Weiss was thrilled when Madame Chiang, "ever the gracious and intuitive hostess," said, "Please call me Cecilia."
I don't find that the most endearing story ever.
Nonetheless, I like this book much more than I thought I would when I first glanced at its antiseptic photographs and rather tame roster of recipes. And when I can dig out from other reading obligations, I am going to power through to the end of Madame Chiang's life story, which is about to get exciting, what with the Japanese Army, Mao, and a rocky marriage looming on the horizon.