Saturday, December 12, 2015

My Dark Passenger/ Pan Crisped Fish with Spinach in a Lemon Tarragon Sauce

My dark passenger exists within. It is the one who protects me from the world and only comes out when provoked. My dark passenger is the one who you see when you look through my eyes into my soul, she is fearless, unemotional and can conquer the world. She is the one who will turn your head and drop your jaw, she is the one who will protect me from pain and shield me from the contempt of others. She lays in darkness and feeds on light, but she has been dormant for some time. Maybe it was to see if I could stand on my own two feet and conquer the world only to fall into a pit of despair and need to summon her yet again for wisdom and protection. Maybe she is the one who can fix what has been broken. 

My dark passenger is curious. She wants to rule the world whether it be global or her own. She is the only one who truly sees the truth in others as within herself. She feeds of the satirical side of life and her wit and sarcasm are not to be compared to another. She is strong and can defeat her enemies. She will never look back at the carnage she leaves behind only smile and strut away. She doesn't care about the destruction she leaves in her wake. She will destroy all those who trespass against her with the truth and will bring down your house of cards that was once strategically built if you betray her. She is a righteous beast who only wants peace,

My dark passenger looks to right so many wrongs, she looks to change the world and end the violence that we see so much of today. The endless wars over Gods and beliefs that have so many trying to destroy each other. Why? Why do we keep fighting the same wars, that's insanity afterall.

My dark passenger is a sexy beast. She is the one who will leave you craving for more. She is a passionate vixen who will cast her spell for those to fall under. She is the one who will excite and arouse you to your highest peak. She will remain faithful to the ones that believe in her but once they stray she will extinguish the flames and kill your fire. She is the one she is your one and only. She is a goddess, a fiery creature from my soul. Her heart is not someone's sacrifice to be left at the altar for a dark force to engulf in it's cold, steel digestive tract. She is the epitome of least for someone if not for myself. 

My dark passenger is the one I need to cast upon the world to leave my mark then recoil back into the dark depths of my soul until her services are needed again. 

My dark passenger is here, Not for your enjoyment but for your fear. The one who needs her the most is me and it's time for her to set me free.

Dragons Herb
The name Tarragon is a corruption of the French Esdragon, derived from the Latin Dracunculus (a little dragon), which also serves as its specific name. It was sometimes called little Dragon Mugwort and in French has also the name Herbe au Dragon. To this, as to other Dragon herbs, was ascribed the faculty of curing the bites and stings of venomous beasts and of mad dogs. The name is practically the same in most countries.

Pan Crisped Fish with Spinach and Lemon Tarragon Sauce


1/4 cup Unsalted butter
2 teaspoon Shallots, fresh, minced
1 tablespoon Parsley, fresh, minced
2 teaspoon Fresh tarragon, finely minced
2 tablespoon Freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 tablespoon Olive oil
1 each Garlic clove, minced
14 oz Baby Spinach
1/4 cup Flour
1 teaspoon Salt
1/2 teaspoon Black pepper, freshly ground
2 each Eggs, slightly beaten
11/2 cup Panko bread crumbs
4 each Flounder fillets, fresh


1. Prepare sauce. Heat a large skillet over medium-low heat. Melt butter, then saute shallots until lightly golden, stirring often, about 3 to 4 minutes. Turn off heat. Add parsley and tarragon, and then lemon juice. Pour sauce into a small bowl, removing all sauce from pan with a rubber spatula. Set aside.
2. Prepare spinach. Heat 1 tsp. olive oil over medium heat in same skillet you used for sauce. Saute garlic for about 30 seconds. Add spinach, cover, and cook until wilted (stirring several times), 3 to 4 minutes. Remove spinach to a plate and set aside.
3. Prepare fish. Set out three wide, shallow bowls. Place flour, salt, and pepper in one bowl and stir to combine. Place lightly beaten eggs in second bowl, and bread crumbs in third. Dip each piece of fish into flour, then eggs, and then bread crumbs. Press bread crumbs lightly onto both sides of fish, then place on a plate or sheet pan.
4. Heat remaining 2 Tbsp. oil in skillet over medium heat. You may have to cook fish in two batches. Sauti fish until coating is golden on both sides, 2 to 3 minutes per side. Repeat with a second batch, if necessary, adding additional oil to pan if needed.
5. Check that sauce is still liquid; if it has started to solidify, reheat in microwave for a few seconds and stir until smooth. When fish is ready, divide spinach among four plates, top with fish, and spoon a quarter of the sauce around (not on top of) spinach and fish on each plate. Serve immediately.
Suggestions: Fresh tarragon can be substituted for 3/4 tsp. dried. Large fillets should be about 1 to 1 1/4 lb. each.

Wine Erotica

Wine Erotica

Opening a new bottle of wine is like going on a first date, you look at the label and read all about it but you never truly know what is on the inside until you taste it. This is my version of what I call WineErotica.

The First Date: You select that special bottle from a vast array of others. You don't know what you are going to get on the inside as you have only the pretty outside to look at. You read the label and you see the winemakers description on the flavors, vintage, soil and region. You make your choice from the assortment and you begin your date with hopes of having a good time and that the chemistry is right. Now that you have the bottle home you feel the smooth texture of the glass vessel that holds the precious juices that so many labored to make. You realize that someones heart and soul went into this bottle and you are ready to take the next step and look inside. You open the cork and pour a bit in a glass. The first thing you do is hold the glass up to the candlelight to see the rich colors and flecks that vibrate within, much like looking into someones eyes for the first time and trying to see into their soul. You then take a smell of the fruit and all your senses go wild wondering "what is that". You try and dissect the aroma to see what this wine is made of much like you do a person you are meeting face to face for the first time. The uncertainty is there but you want it to go further so you can see what makes this complex creation worth your while. You take a hold that sip in your mouth much like that first passionate kiss. You now can get distinct flavors of blackberry,cherry, moss and lavender. You are learning more and more on this first date and deciding if there should be a second.........and you pour more into the glass. The finish or as I prefer to say climax of the first date is the taste that is left in your mouth after you swallow. is it fruity, floral, metallic or sweet. By the time you have finished your second glass the decision has been made and the chemistry is either there or not. If it is you move on to purchasing another bottle, if not you have not lost anything but have learned this one is not for you. That is what I call The WineErotica First Date.

The Blind Tasting: By now you and your intimate partner from the first date have learned you have many things in common. I like to initiate my partner in something call the Blind Tasting. Now mind you this is very arousing and can lead to other things but lets concentrate on the wine for now. First I believe in the practice of sensory deprivation when doing this exercise. I use a blindfold to help enhance the learning process. I place the blindfold over my partners eyes and straddle him ever so lightly. I open the bottle and hold the cork under his nose so he can gain some perspective of the exercise. I ask him to smell and tell me what he thinks. The sense of smell is a huge part of any relationship with wine, just as in humans, Pheromones are released that will enhance the experience and create arousal. I then pour some into a glass and bring it to his mouth to drink. I ask him to hold it in his mouth while the flavors open up. Now swallow and tell me what you taste. This is called mouth feel. Now it is time for a passionate kiss to further the senses of arousal. I then pour another glass and tell him how to reach a climax. Hold that taste in your mouth and tell me how it feels, tell me how it moves you, tell me how your taste buds view it. Tell me how you want more of the juices from the bottle and how it is something you want to do again. I then pour him another glass. Now by this time your partner has a good view of what is inside that bottle and what is inside of you. It's up to you however as what to do next......................... blindfold optional

I have to thank the person that has asked me a lot of questions lately as i do not think I could have started questioning myself without your persistence to give you an answer. It's not always what is on the label but is what is in the bottle, the heart and soul of a person, just like a bottle of wine.

tasty tastings everyone!

Friday, December 11, 2015

My Island of Misfit Toys

Misfit:(msft, ms-ft)  One who is unable to adjust to one's environment or circumstances or is considered to be different from others.
Welcome to my island of misfit toys. Things are kind of different here, everyone marches to their own beat, there are souls floating above us all that we sometimes capture in our personalities if only for a few minutes.This is a joyous place if you take it all in for what it is.
The vibe of my island home is one like no other, the heartbeat of island life is either 3 beats forward or 10 beats back depending on the splendor of the sunset. Sometimes it feels like my island is as busy as Times Square, trains, trolleys and taxis congest the streets with knowledge thirsty tourists that still think we drive down from Miami everyday to work as they only see our historic downtown and not our sleepy residential neighborhoods filled with a melting pot of residents. Other times it is ours, a place where the locals frolic and bask in the silence of the tumbleweeds rolling down Duval Street. We live like we are kings on a servants budget who have a variety of jesters at their beck and call. 

On any given night you can enjoy a jester that tells jokes for a dollar, "what do you call a fly with no wings.....A WALK"! Then there is the man with the cats who fly, who dazzles you with his french accent and an occasional "WOOHOO". We have the one who conjurers spirits, his name is Sloan he tells tales of lovers and and others who've been wronged. Their spirits haunt the bars and old dance halls and on any given night you'll learn about Robert the Doll. There are the minstrels that fill the air full of light by playing sweet songs as we dance through the night. Then there are the ladies in drag that will stop traffic but you better not dare call them a fag, As we are a peaceful island who embraces everyone as their own. It's place where you can be you and realize you're home. (a little prose)
To say we are misfits is an accurate description. We are all here because we're not all there is a slogan often said and it's true. Everyone was someone else and had a different life on the mainland. One day cancer research doctor, POOF in Key West dinner boat chef/captain, One day lawyer, POOF in Key West you are now a bartender. You never know who is sitting next to you at the bar in the straw hat, ragged shirt and flip flops. He may be a millionaire, he may own the bar or he may be a treasure seeker with his sights on the prize. But the reality is you have never fit in anywhere like you fit in here.

No recipe with this one, it is an old draft I decided to finish tonight

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Morning Sex and Pancakes

There are some things in life that I will never understand one of those is love. 

How does something so good go so bad?

How does someone wake up one morning and say oh I am not in love with you any more? 

How does someone to whom you have given your heart just suddenly throw your love away?

Here's my take on this. Morning sex and pancakes when you really want it with bacon and sausage, 
There's your answer.
 You give someone what they want and what they need without regard for your own needs. You develop into this sub person of which was once yourself. You give your heart, your soul and your mind to this person and yet it is not enough for them. You try to be the person they want you to be but all along forgetting who you are. The metamorphosis of a relationship is sometimes one sided. You evolve into this version of yourself that isn't really you. I remember who I was when I first fell in love and the person he fell in love with. I was out every night being the dragon I am. Then he suddenly decides to tame the dragon and when he does POOF it's over. What the fuck is that? 

I desire sex before bed his answer no I really can't get into it until the morning. But what about me? My needs my wants my desires don't matter. I didn't want to be selfish so I played his game. I let him make the rules. What's for breakfast? He wants pancakes I make them, I eat them I gain weight and become undesirable to him. Please note he gained 40 pounds and hasn't seen his cock in a year other than the mirror or when he's looking for a safe place to "whack off" at a charity event to some girl over the phone. And that's my fault? HELL NO!!!!!!!  It is all smoke and mirrors with him.

He fell out of love with himself!!! He feels that he needs to recharge his ego by feeling desired by random women who really don't know who he is. Some woman he will eventually fall out of love with or get bored with.

He told me when we first met that his ex-wife was the angriest person he ever met, about a year later it was me....hmmmm common denominator is him. He is the one who no longer desires himself so he needs to feed his monster within by creating fantasies with others.

So with this being said it is time to let my dragon out of it's cage and it's time to become myself again. It's time to take care of me without worrying about him. It is time to emerge from my lair and become that girl again. The happy, fun loving woman I have always been inside that never needed a man to justify her existence. 

So if someone ever says that my needs don't matter I will remind myself that morning sex and pancakes ain't all it's cracked up to be if you can't get your bacon and sausage as well.

Lesson Fucking Learned!!!!

Banana Pancakes with Bacon


Preparation method

  1. Preheat the oven to 225 F.
  2. Melt 1oz of the butter in a small pan over a low heat and leave to cool for five minutes.
  3. Put the melted butter, flour, baking powder, eggs, sugar and milk in a food processor and blend until smooth.
  4. Pour into a large bowl and mash the banana into the batter with a potato masher.
  5. Melt a little of the oil with a cube of butter in a large non-stick frying pan over a medium heat. Wipe around the base of the pan with a thick wad of kitchen paper.
  6. Drop four large serving spoonfuls of the banana pancake mixture into the frying pan, spacing well apart. Cook for three minutes, or until the pancakes rise, bubbles appear and the surface appears dry.
  7. Flip over with a palette knife and cook on the other side for a further 2-3 minutes, or until pale golden-brown.
  8. Transfer to a heatproof plate and keep warm in the oven while you cook the remaining eight pancakes in exactly the same way.
  9. Return the frying pan to the heat and add the streaky bacon. Cook for about three minutes on each side until golden and crisp, turning once. Add a splash of oil if the rashers begin to stick.
  10. Pile the pancakes onto four warmed plates and top with the fried bacon. Drizzle with a little maple syrup (or golden syrup) and serve the rest separately.