Spices that won't be confined to the kitchen
22.05.12
She asked if I would appear on a television show, as I had done the previous year. That appearance was broadcast on Valentine's Day and I had brought along dishes that I made for my restaurant, with ingredients known for their aphrodisiacal qualities. My publicist thought it was a clever marketing idea to showcase my passion-inspiring creations. It was she who got me the booking with the TV company. I put on an impressive spread. The producer loved it.
This year, as Valentine's Day approached, the same producer asked if I would do a repeat performance, but with a different menu. I wondered to myself if the invitation had anything to do with reports I'd heard of something strange that had happened after the first show? I had invited the production crew to share the dishes I had brought along. And four women who worked at the television station all got pregnant soon afterwards, apparently. Nine months later, they all delivered healthy baby boys.
While long known in my community as a crusader who lives, speaks, writes and cooks food as medicine, I have never thought of myself as a love alchemist. To me, that profession is the sole preserve of the scary, stern-looking, elderly women portrayed in Thai novels I used to read as a child. These eccentric magic-women lived in huts hidden deep in the forest. Desperate women who yearned to bewitch men would make the arduous journey to such places to plead for magical love potions. They were prescribed bark, herbs, roots, insects and blooms, often to be boiled with alcohol. If that didn't work, the reciting of chants and other supernatural tricks were employed.
Source: Bangkok Post