Hesser starts with a fine idea, mixing memoir and recipes to ask a tantalizing question: Can a hardcore foodie love a guy who uses Equal and likes to drink lattes after dinner? (Oh, the horror!) But the New York Times food writer combines the right ingredients in the wrong proportions, making for a love story that falls as flat as a screwed-up souffle. She doesn't explore her relationship with the same thoroughness she applies to, say, the truffled egg toast she makes to cheer herself up when Mr. Latte's away. Each chapter serves as a snacky read, whetting the appetite for the recipes that follow, but Cooking for Mr. Latte doesn't stir the heart like a sweet romance should.