This is a Men only read.
From now on my Coffee and Breakfast posts will be men only.
I was trying to be diplomatic in my inclusion, however after the blond woman sightings I am putting my foot down. There is nothing wrong with me saying and demanding a male-only read. This is not a gender-bias sound-bite speak. This is about what always has been, what will never change, and what always has been.
This is for men only.
I miss my Tuesday and Thursday.
I want it recorded and corrected when I was at The Container Store helping a woman, she mentioned something about carneys or circus people to which I replied, they are people too. Meaning that a person is more than their job, where they come from, or where they live. However, that black hole (whole) should never have happened for it can never apply. It has absolutely nothing to do with black persons or African-American persons either it has to do with James Franco, it has to do with the straightening-out and cleaning up of California.
Also, be aware this pussy only accepts white meat.
More food dates.
It seems the only way I will ever be allowed to have men in my life is if I write about them.
God, I miss men. I miss man-flesh. I miss being able to run my fingers through their hair. I miss being able to devour them with my tongue. I miss rutting around their flesh with my nose against their body discovering their smells. I miss being able to grab at their belt buckle, pulling at their pants, pulling their man-hood toward me, pressing it against me demanding their full attention. I miss kissing men. I miss kissing men with my tongue in their mouth with such determination as my hands are constantly grabbing at him, pulling at him, demanding his body closer and closer constantly at him as he…
God, I miss men.
I couldn’t be more over, sick and tired, beyond disgusted of having to live off potato chips, French-fries, candy, and beer because it is the cheapest way to eat.
Here are a few menu options, ideas to ponder, ways for me to endure this brutal isolation, or perhaps just an interesting read.
Keep in mind these are meant to be served as non-restaurant sized portions. I am not writing to gorge you with food. It is meant to feed, create desire, satisfy, and arouse. Yeah, you heard me.
My guess is no one likes it when I write like this. It is too strong perhaps, too visual, unfortunately for them – this is me.
Honey, you want some carrot juice?
I love fresh carrot juice. I used to buy those 25-lbs. bags of carrots and juice them. I imagine a scene of my man working at a desk, at home, bringing him a tall glass of freshly made carrot juice. It is so delicious. A small bit of love there.
A really great lunch: Egg-salad or tuna-fish sandwich either in a pita-pocket or a great wheat or grained bread that I made with sprouts, green and red leafed lettuce, ripe tomato with a generous amount of Spike, salt and pepper. The tuna-fish is prepared with cottage cheese rather than mayonnaise. If you have the tuna fish on bread a little mayonnaise on the slightly toasted bread. And, a tall glass of fresh carrot juice. Yum. Fresh carrot and celery stalks if you’d like more crunch either alone or with hummus or tzatziki. No dessert. Save that for another time and date. Yummy.
I could eat salad every day of my life. I enjoy vegetables. Real food. Such a treat since I can neither afford nor have access to real food.
Salad date: Green lettuce, arugula, a variety of lettuces, sliced pepperoncini, salami or turkey summer sausages cut into slivers, cucumbers, ripe tomato wedges, garbanzo beans, Kalamata olives, red onions, feta cheese, with a vinaigrette made with some of the juice from the sliced pepperoncini. Could be served with a red potato salad within the salad or to the side. Garnish with fresh pickled beets and gherkins. Wonderful crusty white bread served with real butter and/or olive oil with fresh cracked salt and pepper to dip the bread in. Serve it with a nice slightly dry, sweet white wine and a sweet mint tea. Black mint tea not an herb tea. It is a better balance.
Lunch date: Spinach or tortilla wrap of tofu meat substitute (I have been told when I make it that it doesn’t taste like tofu) alfalfa sprouts sprinkled with Spike, sliced green lettuce, finely sliced red onion, Jarlsberg cheese, thinly-sliced tomato, salt and pepper, cream cheese for the wrap, and thin-sliced cucumbers. Severed with curried peas or mint peas.
Your choice of beer or wine. A grapefruit beer would be nice with this, or a Mojito.
My homemade blueberry cobbler with my homemade French vanilla ice cream and fresh whipped cream with fresh blueberries perhaps sugared. Cinnamon and freshly grated nutmeg on top. Espresso or latte. Chilled still water as well for both.
Lunch or Dinner date: Slightly undercooked spaghetti, then in a pan sauté with olive oil, grape tomatoes, capers, sliced onion, garlic, pine nuts, and thin-sliced fennel. Plate with sliced basil that has been rolled and thin sliced. Peels of fresh parmesan. Finely chopped parsley sprinkled on top, cracked salt and pepper. Serve alongside a grilled or broiled halibut steak. Either pistachio crusted or a sauce of pistachios and parsley with lemon. A great green salad as well. Fresh homemade bread. White wine a must with this. Riesling, Pinot Grigio, Chardonnay, all good choices.
Now, since – at least for the rest of the world Easter happened – I was thinking about another…
Lunch date: Honey-roasted (brown sugar and Dijon mustard) ham on my homemade honey Pumpernickel bread with a white wine honey Dijon mustard, Swiss cheese either broiled or cold with the usual sandwich fixings of lettuce and tomato. Plate with a fresh salad and serve with a good lager.
Homemade apple pie à la mode with sugar-crusted pastry top on the pie. Freshly-grated cinnamon on top.
I am running out of time to remember all the dates and food I’ve dreamed and though of, so this will be the finale for this posting.
If I make this dinner for you. Be prepared. I want more than your body. I will want to devour you mind, body, and soul. You will definitely be standing at attention for this one.
I’m thinking no starter is needed for this one.
Before dinner while catching up and small talk, a very tall glass full of ice, Limoncello and coke. It may not seem very high-class, but it tastes so delicious.
Dinner: Baked spaghetti with turkey meatballs. Slightly undercooked spaghetti so that when it goes into the oven the spaghetti will not become mush. Fully-cooked meatballs. They could be prepared in advance. Home-made spaghetti sauce, the kind that takes days to prepare on a slow simmer. Toss the spaghetti, meatballs, and sauce with just the tiniest bit of oil in a pan for just a bit. Then place the spaghetti and meatballs in small baking dishes and bake in the oven. On the last 10 minutes or so place a combination of cheeses such as parmesan, Asiago, a sharp cheddar (just for the browned, gooey crust it will create), and real mozzarella.
Served alongside a wonderful helping of salad. Salad is more than just lettuce after all. This salad will have Kalamata and green olives, parmesan cheese, leeks, onions, thin-sliced fennel, ripe tomato and cucumber. Since there is a lot of starch in the pasta I don’t think the salad needs another starch such as a bean or pasta or potato. Served with my wonderful homemade white crusty bread. Real butter and/or olive oil and seasonings to dip.
Now, to drink with dinner will be a beautiful red, I’m thinking from Argentina or South America wine that I has been soaking sliced peaches in for about a week. Oh yeah, try not to love me after this meal.
Shots of Grappa as the dinner goes. I know you can keep up with me.
Dessert: I would need to make this several different times to see which way it works best. I was thinking about preparing a licorice ice cream with homemade marshmallow sauce, macaroons quartered and dipped in dark chocolate (homemade) scattered on top, (wonder what this would taste like) cinnamon sticks perhaps broken into smaller pieces to get better coverage, dipped in an egg white wash then coated in sugar topped as well.
Not sure it needs anything like fresh whipped cream, or if the cinnamon sticks bit would turn out well, or if they would taste good together. It does sound interesting to eat though, doesn’t it?
You would not believe how long it takes to write these posts.
Who wants to eat with me?
Who wants me to cook for them?
Come on, men!
Try not to love me after I cook, feed you, and love you.
I fucking dare you.
Love me. I know you want to.
But, be careful. This woman. I am a woman who will love you more than you could ever hope for, dream of, and believe is possible.
For, I am more than I seem.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 