You are what you eat, or so the saying goes.
As a retired personal chef, I know this all too well. Itβs amazing how picky
some people can be when it comes to their food. Iβd meet with a client to go
over their list of likes, dislikes, allergies, and possible menus. One person
would love the taste of onions, but didnβt want to see them in their food. The
texture made them gag. Another couldnβt abide green peppers, while the next
would be a total vegan.
Learning to cook around these constraints was a challenge. It made me wonder
what is it about our psyche that affects the way we look at and relate to our food.
The taste of homemade chicken and dumplings comforts, or the smell of fish or
cabbage can remind a person of a bad experience.
Food is necessary for life, but it can also be an addiction.
It can lead us into judgment of others. I know Iβm guilty of watching an obese
person eat and wondering why they canβt control their appetites. This is a case
of the pot calling the kettle black, because Iβm overweight, and Iβm sure the
skinny girl at the next table is thinking the same about me.
Food is also the enemy of some. I know of a girl who committed suicide because
of an eating disorder. Her view of herself was framed in the mirror of societyβs
view of beauty. The sad truth was that she was beautiful inside and out, but her
distorted self-image killed her.
Food can also be an artistic expression. The proper presentation of a dish can
be seductive, the aroma as inviting as any Parisian perfume.
I love to develop new recipes. Sometimes they spring out of my imagination fully
formed, others come from a basic recipe that I tweak until it no longer
resembles the original dish. Thereβs nothing I like more than to make a dessert,
especially one thatβs gluten free, and watch the eyes of the person eating it.
Their look of wonder never fails to give me a thrillβjust as a slight frown will
leave me searching for where I went wrong. The mixture of spices and herbs
becomes an art form. A crusty loaf of bread and a glass of good wine can be a feast.
My talents are small compared to the chefs I watch on television. It never
ceases to amaze me what they can do with a little bit of sugar or a good piece
of steak.
I am in awe.
βOh, ohβ¦β Her words died off as she spied the pies. It would be so tempting to
wipe that smirk off his face with a big dose of coconut creamβthe chocolate silk
belonged to her. Tilly planned to enjoy every forkful after Jordan got his,
right in the kisser. Her fingers edged closer to the saucer holding the pie. He
was so going to pay.
βNo you donβt.β He stood and made a grab for her hand before she could carry out
her plot.
Sparks and insults fly when celebrity chef Tilly Danes matches wits with the
annoyingly sexy Jordan Kelly. As members of the judging panel for the Culinary
Channelβs Personal Chef Showdown, they agree on only one thing: Maxwell
Etheridge, the third judge on their panel is an arrogant pain in the butt.
Neither one would mind seeing him strung up like a ham hock. When their nemesis
shows up not only dead but also missing an important body part, Tilly and Jordan
are thrust smack in the middle of TV's most shocking homicide...
Everyone is a suspect: the show's host, the contestants, and even the victim's
lover. When Tilly and Jordan are pulled deeper into the investigation, those
pesky sparks of antagonism transform into undeniable, incredibly inconvenient,
red-hot attraction. And if they thought the sparks were hot while fighting, the
heat between the sheets is an inferno. As the bodies start piling up, Tilly and
Jordan must find the killerβand a recipe for loveβbefore they become the
murderer's next course!
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