Intoxicatingly Good Bread Pudding

Yes, I realize that this is supposed to be an erotica blog.

But when I'm not doing (or thinking about)anything erotic, well, that's when you get to read about the rest of my life :)

So I made this blackberry sour cream coffeecake from one of Williams-Sonoma's mixes earlier today, and it was wonderful, in both smell and taste and texture.

I gave most of it to my friend Stephanie, and just had a little piece for myself, in an attempt to stick to my diet.

Which by the way, is working - I'm down to 163 - only 28 more pounds to go. Still on target for the Halloween deadline.

I was home for the rest of the day, avoiding the heat and humidity by staying inside, reading the latest historical fiction biography on Nell Gwynn, King Charles II's mistress.

Probably will watch some of the fireworks from my bedroom window when they start going off in a few minutes, and then go to sleep.

Made a bread pudding recipe from sourdough bread with a single barrel jack daniels whiskey-cream sauce an hour or so ago.

Sweet Christ - I've never been much into alcohol (I get seriously buzzed and giggle-sleepy on just one amaretto on the rocks.)


But this whisky cream sauce ??? OH. YOWSA. OHHH. YES.



I could have licked the spoon all night. Seriously.

It was sooooo GOOD !





The bread pudding was yummy. You can find the recipe here.

Gave some to my neighbors, and there's about half of it still left.

I think it'll keep in the refrigerator overnight, and then my housekeeper will take it home so that she and her daughter can enjoy it.

She loves my experiments, since she is so often the beneficiary :)

That's all the news for today. Hope you are each having a wonderful 4th of July holiday weekend.

Be safe out there !

There Will NOT be a Third Date

So we had our second date last night. I'd already kind of made up my mind, but just in case, I wanted to try to at least give it a chance.


The restaurant, French 75, is lovely.

Very nice atmosphere, dark wood, charming small windows, big leather booths.

The service is attentive, and the food YUMMY.




He was once again both intelligent and very interesting to talk with and listen to.

BUT and these were significant :

1) I'm big on grieving. I do it with an extended intensity only rivaled by Queen Victoria mourning her beloved Albert. It took me 7 years to get over my college boyfriend, and 5 years to get over Pete (and that was only because we got back together.)

However, no matter how deep and shattering the loss, how painful, how significant, how traumatic and devastating, I think ten years is enough to grieve over anything.

It doesn't mean you won't remember, or even occasionally talk about it.

It just means that 99% of your daily life and thoughts and memories shouldn't be taken up with it anymore.

And it shouldn't hurt anymore, it should really just be a memory.

I haven't been in Vietnam. I don't know what it is like to see my friends and fellow soldiers die in front of my eyes or in my arms.

I have, however, volunteered in emergency rooms in major trauma centers on and off over the last 15 years. I have seen all kind of wounds, disfiguration and death.

But this man still is haunted and obsessed by his experiences there like it was yesterday. He has compartmentalized it - and not dealt with it fully.

So in addition to what I'd been concerned about with regard to him in yesterday's post, this was just an enormous red flag.

2) Then to top it off, he casually mentions he is homicidal.

Wonderful. Just what I want in a mate.

I'm done. No more needs to be said, and no third date agreed to.

He e-mailed me this morning and said what a wonderful time he had, and praised me as if I was fabulous multiplied by ten - and asked me out again.

Here is my response :

"I enjoyed dinner as well. Thank you very much for a wonderful meal and intelligent and interesting conversation.
Also, thank you for the book - I have it on my bookshelf, and am sure it will prove interesting when I get to it.
This is hard for me to say, I'm not much good at this, but something, some instinct, is just not that comfortable with you - a few of the things you said last time and this time really raised red flags for me.
I appreciate your good manners and think you have nice qualities, but I do not think it is a good idea for us to see each-other again. I wanted to be upfront with you, and not lead you on, because that is mean, and I wouldn't want it done to me.
I wish you the best,"

He's Getting Kinky

So it's a hot Wednesday afternoon.

I'm in the middle of both baking a double lemon bundt cake,






and choosing decorative composite grills for the duct registers in the house.











Next thing you know I'll be making ice cubes out of iced tea FOR the iced tea, so that the tea doesn't dilute as the cubes melt..

Hmmm, shades of Martha Stewart pre: her insider trading scandal :)

I have that second date with the retired trial lawyer tonight. It's also going to be our last one.

I decided that the bipolar-and-refuses-to-take meds, temper that he says is rare but when it happens you need to get out of the way from, Vietnam disability and PTSD so that he has bad dreams/can't sleep more than 4 hours a night and staggering-from-four-feet-away halitosis outweighs the intelligent and interesting conversation part.

Call me overly picky, and I still say even though he is within 10 years of my age and theoretically an available divorced man, there are too many red flags there.

But back to the kinky stuff. Oh, I didn't start that yet :)

Phone Sex Guy and I have been going at it hot and heavy for the last few weeks. He's still perfectly willing to describe MY most wicked illicit fantasies in detail, and now we're also moving on to his fantasies.

YOWSA. It's steamy wicked. I'm enjoying it.

The strange thing is, first he has to give me a few sentences/ideas to run with.
I have to be able to visualize it, write it down, and then e-mail him the whole thing.

Only THEN can I say it later on when we are talking. I can't do it verbally off the top of my head, I have to imagine it first.

Oh well, I suppose there are worse ways of getting prepared for sex - even if it is JUST phone sex (lol.)

The other weird thing is that I would NEVER want to do any of the things we talk and moan and get off so hard about in real life.
But in fantasy, it's a major turn-on.
Maybe because it's safe to just think it, without acting on anything.

The guy I train with at the gym suggested that my want-to-cry-all-of-a-sudden-moods were from low blood sugar, (they go away after I eat.)

He said that I really need to eat 5 small meals a day.

Since he's pretty smart - and has an excellent body - I am trying it.
Whaddya know - it's keeping me from being moody !

Hope you all have an excellent 4th of July holiday weekend.



Be safe, and enjoy all the delicious grilled food.

The hot dogs and hamburgers, and cold iced coca-cola and beer, and of course - the fireworks !

Can A Garden Be Erotic ?

The dwarf meyer lemon tree gives such succulent sweet fruit.
Imagine lemonade that doesn't need sugar.
See the luscious yellow,
imagine the juicy clear drops it gives when squeezed,
inhale the scent of fresh lemon on its smooth, sun-warmed skin...












The hydrangea started out so small, in a 5 gallon container,
with no blossoms at all.
Now with morning shade and afternoon sun,
it grows lush and abundant, multiplied in size,
bursting forth with color.
So soft to the touch...











The double-delight roses with their deep pink edges and creamy centers, glory in their budding, opening, teasing, delicate petals unfurling,
fragrant with life, basking proudly, sensuously in the sunshine...


The garden gives me such pleasure... Nature is amazing in its diversity.

I am surrounded by beauty at every season.

Drawn to texture and shapes.

Compelled to admire, to luxuriate in the riot of abundance known as petal and leaf, of branch and root, of colors that flaunt their ability to be beautiful in sunshine and in shade alike...

The garden makes love to all of my senses with such subtle invitation.

Enter it, slow, gentle... and you will be seduced...