Allende carefully weaves her tales of culinary and carnal pleasures with a consistent thread of humor, which comforts the reader just at the moment when recipes begin to look too elaborate and sexual positions too challenging. Some critics have noticed and praised her down-to-earth, easy manner of dealing with touchy issues in food and sex: in a discussion of obesity, Allende includes "Hymn to Cellulite" and shares her personal grief over the fact that feminine curves have fallen out of fashion. In relation to male sexual performance, Allende's suggestions range from eating goat testicles to ingesting the powder of rhinoceros' horn, all in the light of the early proclamation: "As soon as men conceived the curious idea that their superiority over women is based on that organ of their anatomy, they began to have problems."