Letâ€™s be very clear–almost eighteen-year-old Stella Madison is NOT a foodie. She prefers Cheez Whiz to aged cheddar and her pastry fried, not puffed, thank you very much. But itâ€™s hard to maintain her junk food standards when she is the offspring of two hardcore gourmands. Her mother is a restaurant owner and her father is a famous French chef, but despite all their best efforts, Stellaâ€™s palate stubbornly remains stuck on chicken fingers. â€œI donâ€™t know why my parents canâ€™t accept the fact that Iâ€™m not and never will be a foodie. It doesnâ€™t make me any less their daughter just because I prefer chicken nuggets to squab (which is really just a fancy name for pigeon, by the way).â€ All that changes when Stella is offered a restaurant review column at the local paper. It pays too well to turn down, but Stella doesnâ€™t know a fig from a fish stick. Good thing her momâ€™s hunky new cooking intern Jeremy has offered to help her figure it all out. Thereâ€™s just one little problem, and his name is Max. Heâ€™s Stellaâ€™s boyfriend, which Stella keeps forgetting every time she gets an eyeful of Jeremy. Soon sheâ€™s not sure who she wants more: the dependable boyfriend who already goes so nicely with her beige palate, or the spicy new intern who threatens to turn her taste buds upside down. One thingâ€™s for sureâ€”if this Stella doesnâ€™t get her groove back fast, someoneâ€™s going to get hurt. And it just might be her. This fast, flirty romance is full of fun facts about food and restaurant culture for all you Top Chef and Next Food Network Star fans (of which I am one!) while also honestly depicting the difficulty of making the right choices when it comes to relationships. I downed the whole thing in one delicious read, and you will too. For more romantic foodie fun, try Flavor Of The Week by Tucker Shaw.