This is several days behind in my schedule, however I am only one person. No one quite understands the strain upon my brain, nor the damage the eyeglasses do, have done, and continue to do. Those eye glasses are fucking killing me, man.
If you are tired of eating from vending machines, convenience stores, fast food, snacks and junk food, and enjoy real food – keep reading.
This series is for all those persons – like me – who are unable to be with loved ones, friends, or family. Since, I am unable to have a real relationship with a man, I have to imagine what it would be like for me to finally have a real man in my life, who would love me so much he would want to make me his wife – not his ghost, not someone who lives in the ceiling, for the rest of my life.
Doomed to live apart from the rest of the entire world – we’ll see how long they can keep me alive this way – I’m imagining a date night when it happens in a marriage where you have to reconnect with each other. Where you have to remind each other why you married each other to begin with.
A man should be so lucky to have me as his wife for the rest of his life. He and the world would never be the same again. Love is very powerful.
My love is a very powerful thing.
The disgracing shame is no man has ever been able to have my love. Not yet. Not all of it. I’ve loved men, but it has never been taking the vows love.
So, this is a date night I’m imagining where you better take a nap, for I believe it has been well documented, I will keep you up all night. Well, that is the person I used to be anyway.
So, this is an evening starting off slow, talking and reconnecting. Remembering the parts you see in each other, the parts only shared between the two of you.
This is an example. If I were allowed to have a man in my life it would just be he and I, and are choices might be different.
Starter: Thin slices of red apple served with thin slices of Gjetost, cashews for some crunch, plated. Also, I woke up with some disagreement in my head. So, perhaps there would also be another starter of, thin sliced salmon on a – this is very hard for me as I do not have access to good food, information, or the rest of the world, so there might be a better way to write this, I just want to be exact and descriptive – hearty almost dark or rye bread-like cracker, chive cream cheese and capers, and chopped garlic, pan cooked in an oven with butter and seasoning until its toasted, sprinkled on top. Served with a slightly dry, nice white wine.
There is nothing like Gjetost cheese. If you have never had this goat milk cheese before, you are missing a lot. I grew up on food like this. Simple, good food, like pomegranates – something else I am not allowed to have again – this life has taken it from me. Gjetost paired with red apple tastes like a caramel apple. It is not the same caramel apple that you get at a circus or carnival event. It is not the over-sugared, high fructose corn syrup, vats and vats of caramel-like flavored goo you can get anywhere. It tastes like a caramel apple without being overly sugared. It still has a sweetness, but it does not over-power the palate.
Dinner: Braised beef tips cooked in a burgundy wine with mirepoix, parsnips, chopped fennel, you could add mushrooms, I am not partial, simmered for hours until the meat is falling apart. Served over mashed potatoes, oven-cooked in a mold with a slight indentation in the middle to allow for more stew, so the mashed potato is slightly crisped and stands up, and not mushy like mashed potatoes. Topped with a dollop of finishing butter just before serving. A rich, deep, complex red wine to drink.
Dessert: Now, I haven’t thought of the exact best dessert to go with this meal, but I have made this before. Unfortunately, for me I posted it on Facebook, and it was discussed at The Container Store. I have made sweet, cherry pie, homemade, from scratch before – it is so, so good. Served with homemade vanilla ice cream with real vanilla, not the alcohol flavor-like quality you get at the store – the real stuff. Perhaps, a cappuccino, followed by more wine afterwards, and for the rest of the night.
Who’s hungry?
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 