Open Letter to Three Guys

You're busy trying to fuck a dream, and I'm just standing around whistling Dixie.
You know what? Fuck your dream.
After all, he's fucking you.

Postscript : This could have been a journal entry for at least three situations in twice as many years. History, if not understood, is bound to repeat itself. There really is no safety in engaging guys who are unavailable. I'm reminded that poor choices are sometimes comfortable corners.

Who Wins? Bonus Cajun Feature

Emeril or

Kick it up another notch! Bam!!!

Justin Wilson

It's wondermous, I gar-on-tee!!"

Who Wins?

Florida, or


Louise

Never Could Be

I'm afraid that I may have swallowed the poison of mediocrity and became accustomed to it's bitter, thoughtless taste.
It's a creeping uneasiness that realizes I may outlast this place.

Therefore, I've reversed some life decisions. Some things on the 'never' list are now 'possible.' Several more 'unlikelies' are now 'quite likely.'

My inspired word for the week:

I suspect that if you want to enlarge your territory (or broaden your border), you might have to loose some restrictions. This is not the same thing as living without restriction, however. It just means those artificial rules shall have no more bearing on your life! Rules rarely bear safety. Intuition is God's greatest gift to ourselves. Love, of course, is the greatest gift to one another.

Stay tuned.

Be Well Greased

This is a good time for me to remind my beloved brothers and sisters-- and brother-sisters-- that 'tis the season to have elbows and knees showing. Don't embarrass yourself. And keep comfort in knowing that up here in Denver, even white folk must use lotion. At all times. In Jesus Name. Amen.

Kitchen Service, Pearls Not Included

Just as I was finishing the dishes, for a split second, I wondered "What would it be like if he was standing behind me right now?"

Why are these men making impressions on me? And why are they half a continent away?

Tuesday isn't usually a big cooking day for me, but I was inspired to hook up some pasta to celebrate, well, Tuesday. A little tortellini, some chicken andouille sausage, a load of garlic and tomato all sauced and simmered together for the better side of an hour. The apartment smells good, the neighbors are curious, and the dog remains amused. And that's it. At the end of it all, I'm having a 1950s pearls-n-soap suds daydream in the midst of dishpan hands.

Now Hear This : Louis Armstrong - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Lemons Made Sticky

When life gives you lemons be thankful God thought enough to send Meyer lemons, for after all these tangy-tart sticky-sweet fruits are in season this month. I suggest you find some, fix a jar of homemade lemonade (with a touch of honey, please), bake a lemon meringue pie, or better yet, try my step sister in-law's lemon bars. Between tonight's simmers, I hooked up a batch for the office folk. Hell, if there's going to be lemons in life, let them be sticky-sweet. Here's the recipe, with my twist:

1. Preheat oven to 350


2. Mix 2c flour, 1c butter, and 1/2c sugar


3. Pat into buttered 9x13" pan; bake 25 minutes


4. Let it rest a few moments


5. Beat 4 eggs


6. Add 6T flour, 1t baking powder, 1/4t each almond and vanilla extracts, pinch ground coriander


7. Slowly add 2c sugar and 1/2c fresh lemon juice plus 2T zest


8. Pour over bottom layer


9. Bake until right; about 25 minutes


10. Let it rest a few


11. Easy on the powdered sugar, if you must

Say amen, somebody, for sticky-sweet! This whole post reminds me of Song of Solomon. Honey. Pomegranates. Nectar. Et cetera.