The Flavors of Pleasure
By Donna George Storey
I didn’t fall in love with my husband just for his literary last name, but I have always want to be a writer ever since I can remember. I finally followed my dream when my first son was born, and I started writing short stories during his naps. Thirteen years later, I’m still writing and loving every minute of it.
My true passions in fiction are a sexy love story and a celebration of good food—which can be almost as delicious in prose as on the table. In my erotic novel, Amorous Woman, which is based on my own experiences living in Japan, I linger as lovingly over the amazing meals I enjoyed there as I do over the amorous encounters. Likewise my story in The Cougar Book, “Comfort Food,” also explores how the art of cooking can nourish, heal and create a delectable connection between a woman “of a certain age” and a handsome young chef.
To me the appreciation of pleasure is more than hedonism. It’s a way to open ourselves to the beauty and poetry of the world. That’s what I try to do in my stories and in my kitchen. Bon Appetit!
Excerpt from “Comfort Food” in The Cougar Book
As soon as I got back to my room, I tore open the bag and ripped into the paper box inside. The waitress—or Joseph—had thoughtfully included a napkin and a plastic spoon, but like some wild beast, I pinched off a chunk of the rice pudding with my fingers and jammed it into my mouth.
The moan that escaped from my lips made me glad I’d retreated to my private lair. It was, quite simply, the most delicious rice pudding I’d ever eaten in my life. The texture was mousse-like, rich with cream but airy as a cloud. I tasted a kiss of rum, a heartier vanilla than the day before. Mexican perhaps? I’d only gotten a mere ribbon of sauce in my first mouthful but it did indeed taste like the essence of summer sunshine.
Joseph might be a recipe-hoarder and an incorrigible flirt, but when it came to pudding, the guy was a genius.
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An excerpt from Amorous Woman: Amorous Woman Link-- ISBN: 1905619170
“And so I told him how living in Japan would give him a leisure no mere tourist has, to know the rhythms of the place, a land of tiny poems. In autumn, he’d see the persimmons glowing like huge, orange jewels on their bare branches, then winter’s dusting of snow on blue tile roofs. He’d learn why the old erotic pictures are called “spring prints” — because in that season the air is as soft as a lover’s whisper––and he’d sigh at the perfect coolness of iced barley tea slipping down his throat on a wilting summer afternoon. As the year passed, he would become part of it. The neighbors would stop staring and start to nod a greeting, and one day the tiny old lady in the gray kimono at the snack stand would wrap up his regular order of red-bean-and-rice balls before a word was spoken, and she’d flash him that first gold-toothed smile, and he’d be happy all day. ‘It’s like someone’s given you a whole other life, I told him, an extra life, to live for a while.’”
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