I first 'met' Donna Hay in the shape of her magazine when
working for Jamie Oliver in London. It was one of the mags that were eagerly
awaited by everyone in the office. Once in, it would be fought over, disappear
for days on end and finally pop up somewhere with drool marks on the pages.
Donna's books are like fat versions of her magazine:
summery, whitewashed pictures with lots of pastels and impeccable food styling
that somehow doesn't make you feel inadequate just by looking at it, but
convinces you that your plate/table/life can look this good too.