Aphrodite by Isabel Allende isn't exactly a cookbook, but love of food features prominently.
In one scene, she describes putting Antonio Banderas into a giant tortilla, naked, covering him with guacamole, and gobbling him up. That's sort of a recipe, right?
I'll get this words wrong, but she commented that: "Some women are happy only while married. I remember the period between my first marriage and my second. It was the worst week of my life."
It was sweet, and sad, and sensuous—absolutely wonderful.
Just a wild guess here: Isabel Allende's Aphrodite: A Memoir of the Senses?