Here is the, until now, unjustly ignored cookbook of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Yes! The father of psychoanalysis was a fervent cook. Not only did he spend many hours behind the couches, there were many others behind the stove, where he continued to enter the human psyche but this time through the stomach. How to improve your self-esteem with a "superous punch" or understand, finally, with your parent inviting her to a "Pastel Oedipus". Correct your diction by cooking a "Tongue with salsa aphasia", improve the relationship with your partner by sharing some "Fettuccine libido", surprise your mother-in-law with a "Veal neurasthenia" or a "neurotic scrambled". If your case is serious you may need a "Pastel trauma of birth" ... Recipes that Freud himself throughout his life took patients, colleagues or inherited from the very same Freud mom and that we are served with surprising anecdotes in historical culinary evenings, with details never revealed before their relationship with Jung, Wilheim Reich, Lou Salomé or Adler. All written by an ironic and irreverent Freud very far from the academic rigor for which we know him and that entertains us with lucidity of the incoming desserts.