Anyone who's ever sat a meditation retreat knows how that much time on the cushion can cause one's inner absurdities to spew like Mount Vesuvius. It can be agony when it's happening, but hilarious to recall later. Kimberley Snow's several-year experience as head cook at a retreat center gave her a ringside seat at the eruption, and her account of it is laugh-out-loud funny. The antics of the retreatants are entertainingly weird (food turns out to be one of main targets of neurosis in retreat-world), but this is by no means just a humor book. It's informed by the author's practice, by her love of the buddhadharma, and by her affection for all the folks who practice for the sake of all beings.