I have been absolutely smitten with Lucy Knisley since reading her graphic travel memoir French Milk right before I went to Paris for the first time. Thatâ€™s why I was thrilled to get my oven mitts on her new foodie autobio, Relish. In it, Knisley shares the luscious narratives of her upbringing (complete with to-die-for illustrated recipes) in a gritty 1970â€™s & 80â€™s New York City and rustic upstate Rhinebeck. Her stories of eating oysters at her uncleâ€™s knee, running away from vindictive geese and chowing down French fries on the sly so as not to offend her gourmet parents are hilarious and delicious. But my two hands down favorite stories are when she chronicles eating her way through Mexico with her mom and best guy friend Drew while getting her first period at the most awkward of times, and the day when she helped her mom cater an event at DIA Beacon as a college student and came face to face with Richard Serraâ€™s massive iron sculptures. By herself with the sculpture while the party goes on in another room, Knisley feels surprisingly blessed to be a waiter. â€œI could be alone, touching the cool metal of a famous and affecting work of art, a gift gained through circumstance. I thought of all the builders and guards and custodians who have had similar moments, and felt lucky to be a server.â€ (Iâ€™ve seen and been inside those sculptures and they are indeed awe inspiring.) And then there are the RECIPES. For perfect chocolate chip cookies, homemade pesto and my personal favorite, sautÃ©ed mushrooms. And those are just a very few mouthwatering examples. While itâ€™s hard to know where to shelve Relish (living room bookcase or kitchen cupboard?) itâ€™s not hard to enjoy each and every one of Knisleyâ€™s tasty anecdotes. Whether youâ€™re a foodie or just a sucker for a good coming of age story, youâ€™re going to savor every page of this yummy graphic memoir.