from nytimes.com: Dana Goodyear’s new book, about being a wallflower at the American food orgy, won me over on its second page. That’s where she admits that, as a kid in the back of the family station wagon, she used to nibble on Milk-Bone dog biscuits. I’m not sure why this image lit up my pleasure sensors. These Scooby snacks were, she writes, “tastier than you might expect.” Beginnings and endings are important. The last page of Ms. Goodyear’s book — its title is “Anything That Moves: Renegade Chefs, Fearless Eaters, and the Making of a New American Food Culture” — is hard to forget, too. It’s an upchuck scene in slow motion, the start of a wet heave. It’s as if her psyche and stomach were rebelling, finally, after the onslaught of harrowing foods (bugs, guts, blood, ox penis) to which she has subjected them.