I greatly enjoyed Tucci’s first book about food, finding his to be a compelling voice in his passion, frankness, and humour. So why not more? What I Ate In One Year lives up to the title, acting as something of a diary, covering his time filming Conclave in Italy, various promotional duties, birhdays, family holidays, and medical issues. He speaks to how food and family intertwine - it’s a lot of fun to see how proud to see he is of his childrens’ developing tastes over the 12 months. When he’s acerbic, he’s acerbic, notably in recounting some terrible service at the airport. The writing is self-effacing, never tipping into grandiosity or self-importance. He appreciates the privilege of the life he leads and is careful to make sure he is sharing it rather than gloating in it. I’d read a volume every year.