At one point in time this work had a far larger, far sillier title. It contained words like “yoghurt”, “sequestered”, “legacy”, and “breakfast”. For the sake of the readership such frills have been omitted.

Barber to the Angry is a cumulative directory of the preparation of commonly unprepared recipes and their respective foods. It is intentionally as vague as a mail-order origami book “for kids”. Of course, not because it would be easier this way, but because it inspires creativity.

The plot meanders ferociously. Relatively ferociously, even for a cookbook.
This, is perhaps it’s best virtue, as any on-topic text is purposely quite useless.