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Here’s what I have been thinking about: Baked apple, cooked with butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon, sprinkled with white or raw sugar for a good crunch in the bite.  Served with a helping of vanilla ice cream in the core – hang on, better yet French vanilla ice cream for the extra strong flavor, then dusted with cinnamon and nutmeg, and maybe some chocolate shavings.  Paired with espresso or a mug of fresh strong coffee.

Also, I want to make chocolate chip cookies, but I don’t want them all.  I want to share.  Made as big as my palm, and not with the chocolate chips you buy at the grocery store.  I want the semi-sweet bakers bar broken up in big bits with walnuts too.  So, when you take a bite the gooey chocolate melts everywhere you have to wipe your mouth with delicious pleasure.  Espresso or strong coffee.  I always prefer strong coffee.  I don’t see a point in anything less.

You know, I could make it for you here in this kitchen, wearing an apron and nothing else.  And no, I am not ashamed to say or write that.  I don’t think there is anything wrong in that.  I think that it is an appropriate response and behavior for a man and a woman who want to spend some healthy time together.  Getting to know each other, turning each other on, and well, playing around.  This is who I used to be before well, you know.

But, I don’t know who designed this kitchen it is made for microwave meals only.  Everything I need to cook or bake is stuck in a far corner which requires taking out pots and pans to then replace pots and pans – it is tedious and tiresome.

I have more – so much more.  However, I will save it for another post.

Yet, I cannot because I am – oh, so sick and tired, and cranky, and yep, fucking pissed.

What I need is a really good drunk to unplug my head.  Followed by a good sleep, and a great breakfast/brunch.  A peach Bellini with blueberry pancakes with butter drizzled with the real maple syrup – again, no fake flavor for me.  And, a good side of sausage – I like turkey, less fat.

Followed by an afternoon in the sun reading a good book that I have been wanting to read.  Maybe a swim to cool off and back to the book in the sun to clear out this – EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, well, you get the idea.

Since, I am at the beach/sun how about we stay there.  A bonfire, drinking, laughing, dancing, cooking over the flames, marshmallows, or s’mores, or barbecue.  I could, I really could, fall asleep under the stars at the beach, but I will need help keeping warm.

Anyway, just a thought.