Streep and Adams with Tucci and Messina provided a recipe in close to perfect entertainment, with a heart. This was a story that went beyond food and finger licking to what drove these women, moved them, led them on - to fulfillment through creation and seeing a beginning to its end. There are some that I have read that have commented: not enough conflict, insufficient contributions from the men, and all the passion seems to be drained into the food. Too bad. It seems they may have looked, but didn’t get a taste.