All the President's Menus by Julie Hyzy is the 8th book of the White House Chef mystery series set in Washington D.C. At last, White House Executive Chef Olivia "Ollie" Paras is happily married to her beloved Special Agent Gavin of the Secret Service.
Work in the White House kitchen has slowed down. Ollie's friend and fellow chef Cyan is on a temporary layoff. We were in the middle of a government sequester. State dinners had been delayed, parties canceled, and visitors put off until our country's leadership got their act together.
Pastry cook Marcel was still busy. The president recognized how effective a tray full of expertly crafted and lick-your-fingers-clean pastries could be at the bargaining table.
Ollie and Peter Sargeant, once constantly knocking heads, now get along fairly well. Over the years I'd come to accept his personality. I appreciated the fact that I could depend on him for support when I needed it, but on a day-to-day basis, I found dealing with his persnickety attitude to be more than a bit tedious. Sargeant arrives in the White House kitchen to make an announcement. He wore his customary squirrel-alert expression. It's partly welcome news: an upcoming official dinner to welcome a presidential candidate from Saardisca (first woman to run for office), and partly unwelcome news: 4 chefs from Saardisca will join Ollie in the kitchen.
The foreign chefs clearly view Ollie with disdain. In their culture, women do not have important jobs. In a heartbeat, I knew this was going to be a long couple of weeks. As much as I wanted to fire off a retort, I held back. I needed to remain tactful. More important, I needed to maintain control. Until I got to know these visitors a little bit better I couldn't risk offending them.
I'd learned early on that crusty people often used their crabby demeanor to mask insecurities.
This mezzanine-level work area, which was always tight, felt overwhelmingly warm today with the addition of four sizeable Saardiscans. Their tangy body odor made me wonder how often they bathed.
Killian was the lead chef of the group. His baldness, ample girth, and cheeks blazing with broken blood vessels gave him the appearance of a well-fed, successful businessman.
The official dinner is to take place at Blair House, an opulent residence on Pennsylvania Avenue across from the White House. It was purchased by the United States during World War II when President Franklin Delano Roosevelt decided that guests were best accommodated elsewhere. Legend has it that this determination was made after Eleanor Roosevelt happened upon frequent guest Winston Churchill wandering the White House corridors at three in the morning, looking for Franklin to chat with.
Ollie becomes suspicious of the frequent conversations between the foreign chefs in their language. There were times I believed I could understand anyone, no matter the language. Body movement, tone, and expression all combine to provide context. This was not one of those times. Killian's smile rose and fell quickly in that fake way people do when they're working hard to minimize tension.
When Marcel breaks an arm, Ollie protests the decision by "higher-ups" to put Killian in charge. I paced in a small circle, my anger compelling me to move, to fight for what I knew was right. I was so full of fury I didn't know where to begin.
On the "home front"....Gav returns home from a visit with Bill and Erma, so close they're surrogate parents. Ollie is delighted he's home. After years of dining alone at my kitchen table, the prospect of cooking for someone I loved seemed like a great gift. Ollie flat out adores Gav. If only he could see himself the way I saw him. Compared to most men his age, Gav was a fine specimen. He was tall, slim but not emaciated, and when he took his shirt off my breath caught at the sight of muscles the rest of the world didn't get to see. The man was beautiful. In every sense of the word.
After an incident in the White House kitchen, Ollie expresses her growing doubts and suspicions at home. Gav's grave look of concern and his unwavering faith in me made my heart skip a beat. He never shut me down, never told me I was being foolish. Quite the contrary: He actually encouraged my curiosity. I'd hoped that once we'd settled down, we wouldn't have to deal with criminal or conspiratorial issues anymore. But given our jobs, I supposed there were hundreds of things going on around us every day that I was unaware of. I should be grateful that we only became involved in the few we did.
Gav agrees to have the substance Ollie is concerned about tested. "You know that flowers, candy, and jewelry don't make me swoon. But ooh, when you whisper words like forensics, I get goose bumps."
When Ollie discovers the substance has disappeared, others in the White House are ready to listen to her suspicions. "Your instincts tell you that something is amiss. And your instincts haven't failed you yet, have they?"
One of the foreign chefs dies. His country forbids the US to perform an autopsy, sends another man to Ollie's kitchen. Not a chef, but an overseer. Sargeant's assistant Margaret is full of herself, tries to prevent Ollie from meeting with Peter (to learn of the overseer), even though Peter requested it. "It's a wise person who can expand her mind enough to appreciate another's challenges, even when they differ from her own." It took her half a second to understand that I'd mocked her. Ollie's right-hand chef Bucky applauds her spunk. "Good for you, boss. Where does she get off telling us our jobs? I'd give her one day--no, one hour--in the kitchen. She'd be reduced to a useless puddle of whining goo in no time."
Ollie doesn't like the presence of the foreign overseer one bit. She tries a scheme to find out what the foreign-language conversations are about. It backfires. She tries another, which leads to her being attacked on the street at night. But she has the evidence of foul play, captured on a trusty old-school recorder. A few minutes of attention were all the device needed to get it up and running--or whirring--again. Its technology might be woefully behind the times, but this little gem was sturdy, having been manufactured before planned obsolescence became industry standard.
The attackers are apprehended and detained. Plans for the Blair House dinner go on. During the final preparation of the meal, Sargeant appears. "Chef Paras," he began, "there has been a change for dinner this evening." "Change?" This came mere seconds after I'd predicted success. When would I learn?
During the dinner, highly observant Ollie sees behavior that does not make sense. She knows she must alert the President at once. If interrupting the dinner causes her to lose her job, so be it. She might save lives. To characterize the flurry of activity that followed as an exercise in terror would be to minimize its impact on everyone affected.
On the home front...Gav has been offered an opportunity. He hesitates to refuse. However it would significantly change both of their lives. Ollie is startled, yet tentatively supportive. "Last time I checked we were in this together," I said. "And you know me. I'm always up for adventure."
More Fave Quotes:
"Computer screens don't magically deliver better news, no matter how hard you frown at them."
"Being on the world stage changes everything. Every single step, every single action we take, can be scrutinized, analyzed, and criticized."
"His personality still rankles and there are times I'm tempted to bait him into an argument just for the fun of it, but there's no denying he's dependable and good at his job."
Recipes: Chicken Pita Sandwiches, Fall Harvest Quinoa and Chicken Soup, Pecan-Crusted Pork Tenderloin with Orange-Maple Glaze, Squash Soup, Marinated Top Sirloin, Homemade Granola, Marcel's Famous Chocolate Drink