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Monthly Archives: June 2016

Hungarian Mayonnaise (staple)

29 Wednesday Jun 2016

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Difficulty:  Not easy.  Not impossible.

Or at least that’s what I’m calling it.  I am half Hungarian, and learned quite a bit from my Grandmother, God Bless her, who is likely going to be skeptical of this rendition from her lofty distance, but anyway, this is a creation I first tasted as the dressing on traditional Hungarian yellow potato salad.  I love that salad – rich, creamy, even with only the two ingredients (mayo & potatoes).  I then learned to make the mayonnaise myself and realized it had a lot more potential – I suppose like most mayonnaise.  Anyway, should you one day make this yourself, it is divine as a sauce for a seafood salad, but nearly perfect as a dipper to cold fried chicken or pork.    I could go on but will get on with the task at hand, which is no small task.

I actually had to make this a bit backwards in the sense that the only thing we (family/Hungarians, etc. ) have ever started with is how many eggs on which to base the rest of the recipe.  Below are the main ingredients and for the first time I have associated a measured quantity with those ingredients to get to where you will want to go with this, but in the end you will need to play.  I’ll explain after the list.

 

4 egg yolks

1 cup light olive oil or avocado oil or a mixture of both to get to 1 C.  (You can use any oil really, but these two are mild in taste, which they need to be, and are healthier in nature)

1-1/2 TB red wine vinegar

1 TB lemon juice (real lemon)

1 tsp. sugar

1 TB yellow mustard

1 tsp. grated onion (pulp really)

Dash+ salt

 

The oil will need to be emulsified into the egg yolks, so depending on your choice of blender/mixer, etc., place your yolks into the desired container.  The oil will need to be very slowly drizzled at first while the yolks are being mixed, and then a slightly more generous pour as more oil is accepted.  Regardless of above quantities, you will want to get the consistency of the egg/oil mixture to that of a rather thick mayonnaise because you will be dramatically thinning it with the other wet ingredients.  My typical gage is once I see the mixture coming away from the walls of the bowl for several minutes, it is good to proceed with the rest.

Put the rest of the ingredients into the bowl and mix.  And taste.  If you are lucky, it will taste perfect initially, and if you’ve never tasted this delightful sauce the challenge might be greater, but the general rule is making sure your tongue is happy with the balance of fat (oiliness) to sour to salt and to sweet, and that it has a light, slightly mustardy-lemon flavor.   I have only ever tasted my way to the end.  I realize vagueness is fairly opposite to a recipe.  Tell me how you do:}

You Are Excellent*

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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*The only humorous poem I’ve written to date, and written because it was for an entry to a bad poetry contest.  I did not win, but maybe that’s OK?

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I saw Bigfoot kiss a flower

Which reminded me of you.

You are so very pretty

Not just here but in any city.

And you are not an old bitty

Like someone who a sweater knitties.

But you are cute like kitties.

I like when you sing ditties.

 

I know Venus is a planet

Which reminded me of you.

You always have a nice hair-do.

Your eyes are like pools

And you, of course are cool

Like someone out of high school

And it’s not me that you can fool

Because to my heart you have the tools.

 

I have several big teeth

Which of course reminds me of you.

Your elbows are like a magic potion.

I get your awesome neck action.

I like how you walk and function.

My heart must have a love infection.

I am pleased with your mid-section.

 

Most ladders help you go up

Which mostly reminds me of you.

It is for you I sing a song,

One not short but not too long.

But don’t cry and try to be strong.

This is not a show where you I’d gong.

If you like, please wear a thong.

This love, so deep, cannot be wrong.

 

It is obvious that toothpicks are useful

Which almost reminds me of you.

I look at you, you’re such a doll.

I think you’re bouncy, like a ball.

If you’re cold, I’ll give you a shawl.

I would date you in public, even the mall.

Probably write our names on the bathroom wall.

Maybe even the handicap stall.

 

There are certainly peas in most soups

Which always reminds me of you.

As you see, it’s for you I fell.

When I see you off go bells.

To my friends you’d be an easy sell.

I hope this poem finds you well.

I think you’re more than pretty swell

And this is not something I’m afraid to yell.

I love you, can’t you tell?

 

Squid Salad

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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Thai Accents.

Difficulty – So So

Squid is one of those wonderful texture foods.  In and of itself the flavor is very mild, but the nature of this particular mollusk is that it absorbs sauces very well.  I know that fried calamari, at least in the States, is possibly the most popular version of squid, and whereas that often hits the spot, squid without being deep fried is a much better use of the creature.  Squid is easy to make even if that is not a common belief.  Just don’t over-cook it or you’ll be having rubber bands for your meal.   If you are going to buy the squid fresh, make sure that when you clean/rinse them that you remove and grains you feel or any cartilage that may have accidentally been left on.  I find that the frozen packages rarely have that issue, and frankly I can’t tell the difference in taste.

Ingredients:

1-1/2 lb. cleaned squid, cut into evenly sized rings and tentacles (rings ~ 1/3” wide, tentacles matching thickness, many tentacles can be left as is)

¾ -1 full med. size sweet red pepper, very thinly sliced

1/3 – ½ bunch fresh cilantro, cleaned, leaves only and chopped

3 TB fresh chives, chopped

Juice of 1-1/2 limes

1/3 Cup EVOO

2-1/2 tsp. Red Chili paste

Salt and pepper to taste

Heat a TBS or so of oil in a pan and, once heated, toss in the cut squid.  Mix and watch the pieces.  Once they go from translucent to opaque they are pretty much done and this takes only 2-4 minutes.  You don’t ever want to overcook it, but underdone is less than ideal as well, so bite a piece.  Once you make this a few times you’ll get the hang of it.  Have a colander waiting in the sink.  As soon as it’s done, put the squid in the colander and immediately rinse with cold water to stop the cooking.  Once cooled and drained, add the peppers, cilantro and chives.

The dressing is, at least to me, the moodier part of the recipe.  The problem is that the chili paste’s thickness makes it tough to blend.  For this reason, after I pour the lime juice, EVOO and chili paste into the salad, I actually mix it with my very clean hands.  It is the most effective way to get the best results.  Well, why don’t you process the dressing in advance, you wonder?  You can, and it’s still good, but something changes ever so slightly and I don’t like it as much.

Once mixed, cover and refrigerate for an hour or overnight.

Serves roughly four

Please excuse interim picture quality whilst I seek new equipment.

Squid Salad - Thai

This Mother

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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The soul of a single–

The need for a tingle–

The screech for the mingle–

This is not a mother.

Have I blown this cover?

 

Precious nothing more than this,

Beauty by define–

Better than water–

Better than wine.

 

But the soul of a single

That needs to mingle

Dances on the fine–

Seeks the scintillating

Yet lives the true sublime.

 

 

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Drive

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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By Narcissa Lyons

 

I love to drive.  I love everything about it, even the word, which sounds every bit like what it is.  Drive that point home will you?  He is so driven.  She drives me crazy.  It is the unstoppable drive of my team that let me win this election (who will say that this year I wonder?).

I learned to drive a year late since my parents thought that one year would somehow make the difference.  I’m still alive so who knows?  Continue reading →

M’s Notes – I

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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By Mezmerelda

Since my interview with the lovely Ángelita (see  previous post), I have learned a darker side of skirt parties.  I had been talking to “Madison” in Seattle, WA, about an upcoming event.  These events, by nature of the fact they are conducted in secret to protect the identity of the female attending, are sometimes fraught with concerns we wish did not exist.  While the occasional boyfriend or husband might encourage his partner to attend something like this, far more likely is the opposite reaction—jealousy, indignation, anger—so there is a real need to protect the woman’s identity for her safety, the continuation of Madison’s get-togethers, and obviously any other ramifications that can occur when something is made public.

I was scheduled to fly out a few weeks ago and meet Madison, but as the time drew near I became concerned.  My emails were not getting returned.  The last time that happened I was left stranded in a restaurant drinking several margaritas and left the place with 1) staff feeling sorry for me since they assumed a date stood me up, 2) a half tank of gas missing, and 3) no interview.   It had been a prospective meeting with a different woman who was hoping to attend an event.  Only Ángelita had been brave enough to meet me! Missing emails become very loud in their own way, particularly when Madison and I had developed a regular and friendly rapport.  So I reached out again, and then simply realized it was a lost cause and sent a good-bye/good luck type of note.

She did respond to my last note, but not with a message I would ever have hoped to read.  Ever since I had started asking her about her business and the potential for my attendance she had been receiving death threats, and one of her clients had been hospitalized.   That this was more than a horrible coincidence is extremely unlikely, but I understand her getting spooked.  I do not want to temper with anyone’s safety or perceived safety, so I will give it another go in another part of the country.  I hope Madison and her client continue as before, enjoy their next event and many more, and I also hope some of this research gets less clandestine and a little more welcoming.   Anyway, onward.

Lately

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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Locomotion in female walls that runs a fire engine.

Plasma charisma and daring orgasma passing out on stars.

Hooting and Hollering, spinning and splintering,

This is the end of Sane Jane Main Jane Plain Jane–GONE.

The heat of the sun is the why she’s undone.

Puzzling through a sticky heat

And battling through a sweaty sheet–

Flirting the demon to outsmart the devil

And feeding the lion to quiet the lamb.

So much for the tango.

 

Maniacal strings hold the beautiful head

And the eyes hers and theirs smile softly instead

That maybe, could be, it is possibly just

That ending an engine is revving strange dust.

She could pull through the odds if the odds weren’t timed

But the clock whispers oddly and deepens the lines.

There were darker than light things that held on to tresses

And she spun to avoid the savage undressing.

 

Delicious and precary in an untested world.

She clamors to get in and then she clamors to get out.

 

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The Tigress – (Interview I)

23 Thursday Jun 2016

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By Mezmerelda

 

Yesterday I had the best cup of coffee of my life.  I went to a café in the suburbs of Boston to interview someone about her wish to attend a skirt club party.  I use the generic reference of “skirt club” since there is in fact a UK based organization that goes by that title.   For those reading this and are as yet unaware, skirt club parties are events hosted for women in committed heterosexual relationships who desire the company of another woman.  Perhaps they have tried that sort of relationship and perhaps not.  The events are private, moderately priced, and those desiring entrance are properly vetted, even to the extent of a criminal background check.  Above all else, the identity of the woman is sacrosanct.  A false identity is a requirement.  I had originally sent out feelers in the hopes of attending such an event but all quiet on the eastern front for a while, and I reminded myself this is chilly New England so getting a response might not be easy.  All I got were bites from those asking me to let them know when I found an occasion.  To date I have not attended, but the future looks bright!  I decided talking to a hopeful attendant was easily just as good for now, and a good beginning to a series.

Anyway, I ordered my coffee, sat at a back table and waited.  I had not conducted this type of interview before, or really any sort of sex related writing, so this was an interesting gig.   I didn’t have to wait long and I knew it was her when she walked in.  Petite, long dark hair and polite to the barista, I took a deep and satisfying sip of my coffee and waited for the meeting to unfold.

Once we were settled, we began the dance that would continue for almost an hour and a half.

Mez:  “So are you married?”

Ángelita:  “Yes.  I have four children.  We were married when I was 18, he is my best friend, a very good man, a very cerebral man, but we have gone separate ways sexually.  We haven’t been together in four years.”

Mez:  Stunned silence.  If I didn’t say it already, this woman is very attractive.  “So you are looking to attend one of the parties I had listed on the website?”

Ángelita:  “Yes, I’d love to.  I actually almost found such a venue, I think, but when I started to hear more about it, I decided it could be risky or just weird.”

Mez:  “Weird?”

Ángelita:  “Well she said it was all about love, respect, privacy, and all things that makes sense, but then she said once you were in attendance you were not allowed to say “no.””  She was very cute (the girl with whom she had been corresponding via skype) , and quite young, but that just isn’t enough.  Not being able to say “no”?  Too weird.  I have other things I can tell you that are also very interesting.

Mez:  “You mentioned you are in or have been in a three year relationship with another man.  Tell me about that and how it relates to your current journey.”

Ángelita:  “Yes.  This man is also very cerebral but in a different way.  He studies many things, one of which is sex and how to please women.  We drove to Jersey to a club where couples swapped and had sex there.

Mez:  A regular club?

Ángelita:  “Yup.  You paid a cover charge and then people were swapping partners inside.  I don’t want to sound, whatever, but let’s just say I am a little picky and so is he so we decided swapping would not be part of our night.  I gave him oral and then he played with me.”

Mez:  “Only in Jersey”.

Ángelita:  (laughter).  Only in Jersey.  But he has taught me a lot and I can tell him everything.  When it first started out I didn’t mind too much that he was also married with children.  My husband and I have conversations about my needs and he knows I need to find other outlets, and this other man and I still have a relationship, but it has been evolving.  It feels like sometimes we are playing kick the can, each taking turns kicking the can, but I feel like one of these days the can will get kicked too far and the other won’t be able to kick it back.  He is a great friend of mine and I value him a great deal but we are on different journeys.  We are still very good friends and he was supportive of this interview and supportive of all the things I want to try on the journey I am on.  I am a very sexual being and I very much need to connect with a person I am having sex with.  It is not just about the sex.  I need to feel something else, I need to connect.”

Ángelita would talk in a beautiful, almost hypnotizing way.  She has a form of purring I don’t know she is aware of, but every time she spoke of her handsome husband or someone she found attractive, she would insert this kind of feisty purr along with a tiger-like expression that was quite frankly tantalizing.  This interviewer was swept off her feet several times.

Mez:  You have alluded to your childhood a few times as far as its influence on who you are now sexually.  Can you tell me about that?

Ángelita:  I was born in Columbia and things are different there.  At age 10 I was aware of my father’s affairs with other women, of my mother’s boyfriend, really of a lot of different affairs between the adult men in my life and other women.  A woman is subservient to a man.  A man is called “Papi” by his wife and a wife is “Mami”.  It is a very clear line of respect and of subservience, but as a young girl of 10, I was only on my way to that.  I had a big family, and my father had lots of friends.  He coached a soccer team and the men would come over, and they all loved me, told me I was beautiful.  I remember being dressed up, getting passed around – not in a bad way, but an adoring way.  I was definitely in a state of euphoria during those parties.   There was lots of drinking and smoking and sometimes I would fall asleep on the metal tables in the restaurant.  But I loved it.  I felt so much love through this attention, and I was so much the center of attention, well, because I was.  And while there was nothing that could be taken as any misbehavior by these men, I know it is part of why I am who I am.  The part that loves to touch, be touched, and like I said, to connect.  It is a childhood I would never let my own daughter experience but I wouldn’t trade a day of it for anything.  Then we moved to the states and everything changed.  Both my parents worked to provide and the nurturing from the rest of the family was gone now since they were back home.

Mez:  So you had to find a different way of satisfying your curiosities?

Ángelita:  Yes.   I became a volunteer at the library when I was twelve so I could read things that would have been noticed had I just been checking the material out.  That way I didn’t have to look the librarians in the eyes.  Novellas that were totally inappropriate.  Marquis De Sade.  Anything like that.

Mez:  You have four children.

Ángelita:  Yes.  Three sons, 24, 22 and 18.  My daughter is 10.

Mez:  10?  Hmmm.

Ángelita:  My husband realized I was going through something.  I was literally in the closet with toys and contacting other people, watching others have sex on various sites and using that as an outlet for my desire.  He said “Okay, it’s time to have another child.  You need to settle down.”  And he’s right in the sense that my children come first.  I am totally focused on being a good mother, but that does not mean that everything else goes away.  So that’s what I mean about being on a journey.  I told him what I wanted.  He told me what he was willing to do, and there is just too huge of a gap in between those things.  Everyone tells me how lucky I am.  He’s handsome, is an engineer.  And he can fix things.

Mez:  Well that really does sound ideal.  Can’t you just maintain that and then do something else on the side since that seems to be approved by him?

Ángelita:  No.  I don’t want that.  There was a time, before my daughter, when we could have been divorced but it wouldn’t have been a good divorce and it would have been an ugly ending to what so far had been a beautiful life together.  When my parents came here, there was a definite role reversal.  Here in the US women have power, or at least that is the spin my mother had on it, and she didn’t treat my dad well.  Punished him and didn’t seem to realize doing that is also punishing herself.  I told myself I will not repeat that behavior.  I will not punish my husband.

Ángelita and I talked for a long while about some of her adventures, of while on one hand she was treated as a princess, she was also taught to fend for herself.  She got in fights with her brothers, and she held her own.  I mentioned my wish to go to several other events in addition to the women only party scheduled for later this summer, and she volunteered to be my bodyguard.

Ángelita:  I’m tough, and I’ll go with you for free just to also have the experience.  I have volunteered at several events.  As I said, I’m a nurse and I noticed there seem to be quite a few nurses who volunteer for some of these events where people get together.  In this particular case she was referring to a bondage event where she had helped people to check in, administration, as needed.

The writing of this article eventually led to a couple of conversations since I won’t publish anything my interviewee does not approve, so we chatted.  I realized I had left out a key question.

Mez:  Have you ever been with a woman?

Ángelita:  Yes, well just fooling around a little but not to completion.

Mez:  To climax?

Ángelita:  No.  Well not yet.

We laughed.  That is what August will be about, after all.  As she pointed out to me, that journey is not yet over either.

 

What a varied soul, this Ángelita.  A nurse, photographer, spit-fire of a woman.  What she wants is what most of us want – a full life.  A sense of completeness that is not easy to achieve with one given partner for an extended period of time.  She is on a journey to find that, and the journey is something else and something wonderful, and this interviewer is glad to have been a small part of it.  Thank you Ángelita.

Gravlax

22 Wednesday Jun 2016

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Gravlax

Difficulty: So Easy

Gravlax on a bagel

Gravlax is a finer, creamier version of lox, Norwegian in origin.  I am sure some readers are aware of this but I have made it recently and some of my friends asked for clarification and so I did a little of my own research.  Where lox is smoked, gravlax is cold-cured.  Anyway, my German aunt, Renate, used to make it every year as an appetizer for Christmas alongside which she also had a mustard sauce, Hovmästarsås. That is the traditional way to dine on gravlax, on top  a piece of firm pumpernickel maybe, but eating it just the way lox is eaten tastes a little better to me.  I like mine on either butter or cream cheese on rye (or pumpernickel) with a little lemon sprinkled on & then a bit of pepper.  Obviously, experiment at will according to your own palate.  It is one of the easiest things to prepare, even if it takes a few days, and is totally worth the wait.

For 2-5 lbs. of salmon.  If closer to 5 lbs., I recommend changing portion to ½ cup each on the salt & sugar.

Purchase two pieces of salmon that mirror each other in shape and size, skin on.

In glass dish that will accommodate the length of the fish, mix the following ingredients:

 

1/3 cup kosher salt

1/3 cup sugar

2-3 tsp. black pepper

Several sprigs of dill (optional)

 

Dredge all sides of the salmon pieces in the mixture so that everything is covered.  Do not toss remainder of the dry rub–just keep it in the dish.  Place one piece, skin side down, in the dish.  Place the other piece on top of the other, flesh side down (so that it is flesh to flesh, skin always on the outside).

Salmon flesh to flesh from above

 

Put plastic wrap over the dish to cover.  Weight the fish (I use a brick on top of an upside down plate).  Ideally, try to find a better looking brick than I did.

Weighted salmon clear picture

 

For the next 3-4 days simply flip the fish each morning and each night, holding them together keeping skin side out.  You will notice after first night that liquid resides in the dish.   This is OK since that’s what’s helping cure your fish.  After 3 days (or 4), rinse the fish to get rid of excess salt/sugar and dill.  Before serving, using a broad-blade sharp knife, slice at a 45 degree angle (as below) to get nice, thin slices.

 

Angle cut Salmon Picture

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