This is a fluffy romance on par with a jar of jet-puffed marshmallow creme. It's essentially a foodie version of You've Got Mail, so I should have loved it. Instead, it merely satisfied me for a rainy night in; the equivalent of eating cake for dinner. It's fun to do that every once in a while, but it doesn't really fill you up. 
 (I do plan on making the coconut cake recipe from the back pages. Holy smokes, I want a piece of that.)