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Sunday, July 28, 2024

Charity Sunday: For Women’s Health and World Prosperity – #CharitySunday #PlannedParenthood

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Today is the last Sunday in July, which means it is Charity Sunday. Each month I reserve one day to blog about some worthwhile cause or organization that contributes to improving the world. Then I make a donation for each comment I get on the post.

Some months, I have the company of other bloggers. What I’d really love is to see Charity Sunday go viral. Imagine hundreds – or thousands – of people on social media, giving to causes they feel are important. That’s a dream that probably won’t happen, given my ineptitude and disinterest in social media. Still, every time you share one of my Charity Sunday posts with a friend, a relative or your fans, you’re helping spread the light and maybe realize the dream.

Anyway, today I am featuring a much-maligned but thoroughly worthwhile organization, Planned Parenthood. I say “much maligned” because PP has for some people become synonymous with abortion, an extremely emotional and divisive topic. In fact, PP offers a wide range of reproductive health and wellness services, including pregnancy testing, fertility counseling, prenatal care, contraception, STD diagnosis and treatment, and so on. They also provide objective, medically- accurate education abut topics related to sex and reproduction.

 

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To some people (in particular, to some men in positions of power), this seems unimportant or even threatening. However, women’s health is in fact a global issue that affects not only quality of life, but also level of economic development. According to the World Economic Forum, reducing the women’s health gap can potentially unlock a $1 trillion GDP opportunity annually by 2040. Women’s health, including planned families and reproductive health, offers a huge payoff for everyone.

Anyway, I’m not here to lecture, though I do hope you agree with me that helping women achieve better health outcomes, including healthier children, makes both humanitarian and economic sense. Today, up until the August Charity Sunday, I will donate two dollars to Planned Parenthood for every comment I receive. So please, don’t be shy!

As usual, I also have an excerpt from one of my books for you to enjoy. This is from the prequel to the romance novel I featured in my last MFRW Book Hooks post, The Ingredients of Bliss (https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2024/07/whatever-am-i-going-to-do-with-you-two.html). Today's book, Her Secret Ingredient, is a story that introduces the characters Emily, Harry and Etienne and gives the reader a spicy taste of what’s to come in the novel.

Blurb

Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion.

When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee ‘Emily’ Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can’t help being attracted to him.

Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily’s show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne’s consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can’t do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever—until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.

Excerpt

Ginger? Do I taste ginger?”

Uh—yes, that’s right, sir…”

Ginger in coq au vin? That’s practically sacrilege, Ms Wong.”

Etienne Duvalier fixed me with a look that would have withered spinach. I straightened my spine, smoothed my apron and attempted a placating smile.

It’s good, though—isn’t it? One of my signature dishes at Le Belvedere.” It had come out perfectly, the succulent meat melting off the bone at the first touch of a fork. I held out another portion, my own mouth watering at the rich, complex aroma. I wasn’t about to mention the hint of cloves to a traditionalist like Etienne.

He shook his head and wagged his finger at me like some cartoon schoolmaster. “A French restaurant in Hong Kong! Not exactly the place I’d recommend for the experience of classic Gallic cuisine.”

A restaurant with three Michelin stars.” I wanted to go on, to cite the awards we’d won since I’d taken over as head chef, the praise heaped upon us by the local media, the favourable review in last month’s Gourmet magazine. But what was the point? He’d seen my résumé. Indeed, he’d signed the letter inviting me to the U.S. for a series of guest appearances on his precious Taste of France channel. Now that I’d arrived, was he having second thoughts?

My silence must have recalled him to some sense of etiquette. He leaned toward the morsel I offered, sniffing it before taking it into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. His full attention appeared to be focused on the flavours unfolding on his tongue. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and swept a stray lock of hair back under my cap, awaiting his verdict.

I’d known what I was getting into. Etienne Duvalier was legendary as much for his perfectionist dedication as for his culinary prowess. He took a purist’s approach to French cooking. As far as Etienne was concerned, fusion was a dirty word. He eschewed the creative syncretism practised by the latest generation of chefs, preferring to stick with the time-honoured recipes that had made French cuisine arguably the most famous in the world.

Given his conservative attitude, I’d been surprised to learn he was so young—barely forty, I guessed. And I definitely hadn’t expected him to be so devastatingly good-looking. After the letter had arrived, I’d watched a few clips from his Toutes Saveurs Francaises show on YouTube. I’d been too distracted by his lean form and expressive face to concentrate on his ingredients or procedures. And yes, I admit that I’d agreed to travel halfway around the globe to take up his invitation at least in part because I wanted to find out if he was really that dreamy in the flesh.

Alas, he was. This was going to complicate my career ambitions considerably.

At last he swallowed the savoury bit of stewed fowl. He licked his lips. My breath hitched at that brief flash of tongue. A bit of warmth softened his wintery blue-grey eyes.

Quite delicious, I agree. However, it doesn’t taste like coq au vin.”

His accent set up disturbing flutters in my stomach, with its echoes of Jean Paul Belmondo and Vincent Cassels.

It doesn’t taste like your idea of coq au vin, perhaps…”

This is my channel. Therefore, my standards, my notions about taste, carry more weight than your quest for novelty.”

His smile was dazzling, despite its hint of superiority. His prominent Gallic nose and cleft chin formed a luscious contrast to his ripe, almost boyish mouth. Spotlights hanging above the studio kitchen glinted in his meticulously groomed auburn hair. The open collar of his fitted Saint Laurent dress shirt—black like the rest of his clothing—drew my eyes. My fingers itched to undo another button or two and check for matching fur on his chest.

It was no wonder his show had the highest ratings of anything produced by the Foodie Fans Network. I was pretty certain this popularity wasn’t entirely due to his famous cooking expertise.

Do we understand one another, Ms Wong?”

Maybe this was a big mistake. How was I going to make a name for myself if I couldn’t act on my culinary inspiration? Unless I could soften him up a bit, it seemed I was doomed to frustration here at the Tastes of France channel. Frustration in more than one sense.

I placed a casual hand on his arm. His muscles shifted under the silky fabric. “Please—you should call me Emily. After all, we’re going to be working closely together.”

His brows drew together in a frown, as though my familiarity bothered him. Meanwhile, the heat seeping through his expensive shirt had me close to melting.

Very well—um—Emily. I’d like you to do your boeuf bourguignon for me next. Genuine beef burgundy, understand? None of your Asian flourishes.”

Yes, Etienne.”

He cocked an eyebrow. We both knew he hadn’t invited me to call him by his first name.

To sack a city takes a whole regiment, my Hokkien grandmother would have said. In for a penny, in for a pound. I didn’t doubt he’d let me know if I’d offended him. 

 

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https://www.lisabetsarai.com/secretingredientbook.html

Be sure to leave me a comment! And I hope you’ll visit the other blogs participating in today’s Charity Sunday, leaving comments there as well.


11 comments:

Kayelle Allen said...

I love that your post will support such a worthwhile group. Thank you, Lisabet.

kaisquared said...

Thank you for supporting PP.

Vicki said...

I love this blog and Planned Parenthood. Lovely!

H.B. said...

Great group to support. Thank you for the post!

Kate Hill said...

A very important cause!
Also, love these lines from the excerpt: He cocked an eyebrow. We both knew he hadn’t invited me to call him by his first name.

Lucy Felthouse said...

A very important cause - thanks for supporting, Lisabet!

Debby said...

Thanks so much for supporting this cause. They should not be maligned at all. Thanks for the wonderful excerpt as well.

Ornery Owl Ventures said...

The idea that the misogynistic team of donny dump and his pal J.D. Vance could become the "leaders" of the US should terrify anyone who cares the least bit about women's rights and protections. Abortion comprises only a small percentage of the services provided by Planned Parenthood. Also, it is necessary for abortion to remain a safe, medically supervised option. Stepping away from the soapbox now!

Fiona McGier said...

Ah, Planned Parenthood--I suspect many of us were there as teens, when we had less money than sense. And they were there to help us deal with whatever our biology threw at us. As for your excerpt--I've had to show cooking shows when I subbed in Foods classes. I can't believe how scathingly rude the judges usually are--or the head chefs! Yes, you can be accomplished and famous/wealthy, but you don't have to be a dick about it! If she gets good reviews from people who dine at her restaurant, who cares what some entitled prick thinks about her food? Oh yeah, the career enhancement that comes with figuring out how to please such a rude man (they're usually men.)

apky said...

This is a great cause to support, Lisabet. Especially in these troubling times when misogynistic old geezers want to tell women pregnant is pregnant, whether it's from your dad, a rapist or a threat to your otherwise worthless life...

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thanks to all who commented (including some folks who sent me messages by email). I'm about to go donate $25 to Planned Parenthood.

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