“This is a cookbook,” Dorothy Iannone’s deeply personal, handwritten collection of recipes begins. “Please read the remarks.” It’s a fair request. Dedicated to her lover and muse Dieter Roth, Iannone’s 1969 A Cookbook drips with love and color. Nestled among instructions for her favorite dishes are the feminist artist’s sweetest, most intimate thoughts. Across from an entry on lentil soup, she writes: “Only pain or pleasure can make art. Some people say longing too.” Directions for beef Wellington abut her admission that “even the wedding a few weeks ago of my best friend failed to move me.” Ticking across the top of her gazpacho recipe: “I don’t like to be sad. Half of the time I am.” A selection of images from the new facsimile printing of A Cookbook, out now from JRP|Editions, appears below.