repost. from here until easter, thursday will be food porn posts for those of us that can’t eat meat.
it’s the lenten season and Danny can’t nosh animal flesh on friday. i have decided i will dedicate thurdays post to food porn with some seafood based recipes for you guys to
steal try out. shrimp scampi is easy to make and delicious. i put my own spin on it by adding cilantro and crushed red pepper. and instead of just butter, i like to melt the butter, then add 1/8 white wine and let it reduce for about 3-4 minutes. so let’s get to it.
my shrimp scampi is so good i’ve had the recipe requested from John Hopkins to research it’s ability to cure HIV and cancer. it could possibly even be better than Dwarven beer brewed from fermented Unicorn tears. yeah, it’s THAT good. once the Lenten season begins, i- being a nice Catholic boy, can’t eat meat on Fridays (my bf’s gonna be PISSED btw. wokka wokka) this is my go-to Friday night Lenten dinner. Oh, and i might also mention this is one of those VERY sexy dishes that women (except the ones allergic to shellfish) can’t resist, and it’s VERY easy to make. i LOVE angel hair pasta, so that’s actually what i use. oh, make sure you give her a glass of Rose’ or a good white wine while she watches you cook. see…you can cook this in about 10-15 minutes. make sure you peel the shrimp while she’s there, it might not seem like a big deal, but her watching you actually peeling the shrimp is primal and sexy. yeah, so what you bought it, but you’re taking a former living thing and reducing it to something she can eat, MAJOR tingle points. i DARE one of you lady readers to deny it. so, take the head and shell off the skrump. what shells you remove, throw in a small ziplock bag. sprinkle the shrimp with the kosher salt (i ONLY use kosher salt….trust me on this) and fresh cracked black pepper and mix (with your hands).
serves about 2.
-1 and 1/2 stick unsalted butter (i use the kerrygold’s garlic herb butter though)
-2 tbsp. olive oil
-1 lb. medium shrimp, peeled, deveined, tails attached (BUY FRESH SHRIMP……please)
-Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
-1/4 tsp. crushed red chile flakes (more or less to taste, or omit)
-4 cloves garlic, finely chopped (feel free to use more)
-1/8 cup white wine (a decent dry white)
-juice of half fresh lemon/lime (more or less to taste)
-1 lb. thin spaghetti, angel hair pasta or vermicelli cooked (you DO know to season the pasta water and add 1TB olive oil, RIGHT?)
-1/4 cup roughly chopped parsley (to throw her a curve ball…use fresh cilantro instead….VERY SEXY herb)
Heat 1 stick butter and oil in a skillet over medium-high heat; season shrimp with salt and pepper, and add to skillet. Cook, turning once, until beginning to turn pink (about 3 minutes). Transfer to a plate; set aside. Add chile flakes and garlic to skillet; cook until soft (about 3-4 minutes). Add wine and juice. cook until reduced by a quarter (about 5-7 minutes). Add cooked pasta (after cooking set aside amount you’ll be eating per portion, reserve the rest), reserved shrimp; toss until evenly combined. Transfer to a serving plate; sprinkle with parsley (or cilantro). top with parmesan cheese and salt to taste (i rarely salt dishes until done). Serve, enjoy. Yer welcome.
for those of you looking to up your “foodie cred” i recommend having this in your kitchen (she’ll look through it, trust me). i LOVE this book. it can answer damn near every cooking question you might have. and it’s French for God’s sake. French cooking= culinary bliss. yeah i’m part Cajun and biased….SO WHAT!!!!. any woman watching you cook that sees this book will think a master is at the stove. lol. just another tip from yer uncle Dan. yer welcome. now get to amazon and order this bitch.
for lunch i housed a pound of crawfish and some boiled cajun taters. i’ll post pics of the scampi later this evening after i cook it.
i’ve always really disliked beyonce. well before i knew about the sphere her “empowered woman” songs would make me physically ill. here’s a small sample- and you really only listen for 2 minutes at the most.
and then there’s this hamster laden gem.
so the woman made a career championing “women’s rights” and giving the tired “you go girl” mantra in damn near every song for the last 8-10 years. but as everyone that’s taken the red-pill knows; time is a cruel and evil bitch to women.
i was perusing one of my celeb mocking sites when i came across a video that made me think, “uuuuuuum. what”.
she’s old and now this women that made a career out of telling women how independent and empowered they should be is getting more and more risqué to stay relevant. this video had me laughing at the sheer irony. the last 10-15 years of her career just went out the window as she “shakes dat azz” to cop a check.
sad, but predictable.
i was at work a few weeks ago and i had a patient check in for X-rays. looked like he was in his early 30′s. he was in uniform- E3. now for those of you unaware E1-E3 is VERY low rank. usually the age range of your average E1-3 is 18-23. i joined when i was 20 and i was still considered a “late” boot.
the last time i met a mid 20′s-early 30′s E3 was right after 9/11. there was a large population of america that wanted some “get back” after the WTC bombing. i had a new check in to the clinic in new orleans. he was 26, i asked him what made him join and he said “after 9/11 i just felt like it was something i needed to do.” i looked at him and he sort of winced, “i know.”
no one in their late 20′s early 30′s joins the military unless it’s a final option. and with the current job market it doesn’t surprise me that i’m seeing an influx of older men/women enlisting.
but the thing is the older guys are the worst. a 27 year old guy doesn’t take to well to a 22 year old giving him/her orders. but i guess when your backs against the wall, you gotta do what you gotta do. with that said, i’m glad i’m almost done here.
i asked the kid, “what made you going the navy so late?” he replied that he needed a job. i asked him if he voted in 2012 and said he did. i asked him who he voted for and remained silent. i just laughed, “don’t be mad, you voted for unemployment.”
hope you all had a great ash wednesday. me and mom went to mass and i got my black cross, then i ran some errands and came home for some fish. no meat today and for each friday until easter. i even got to see Deacon Boo who married my mom and Terry. hadn’t seen him in years.
tomorrow i drive back to florida (boo).
i stumbled upon this community almost 3 years ago. i think it’s an important hub for men that realize something is wrong in our society. what i find to be the greatest asset of the sphere is that there are so many different voices. a reader will inevitably find a blogger they connect with- a similar voice if you will.
i really don’t read a lot of blogs. it’s not a personal thing, i post what i can then get back to life.
at some point i realize some readers regard the blogs/bloggers a bit more than they should. my advice-
kill your idols.
take the advice for what it is and apply it if it’s something that you feel will enhance your life. i know where my life is going, and that is an ascent into minimalism. i’m not a PUA. never claimed to be one. but i do fairly well with women. when one crosses my path i’m usually good at getting her attention, possibly even a number. but she’ll never be the end all be all of my existence.
if you decide to go the PUA path, that’s cool. everyone does what’s best for themselves. but personally, i can’t subscribe to something revolves around getting laid. there’s MUCH more to life than that. yesterday REALLY put that point into perspective. lol.
i thought i’d found the dream- bought a nice house, make a decent living, but all of that is really shit. after reading enjoy the decline i REALLY had a new perspective. i realized everything i was told i “needed” was bullshit. all i “need” is a roof over my head, food on my table, and the company of those i hold dear.
i think a lot has gotten lost on modern masculinity. i know, times change, and certain qualities of classic masculinity may be antiquated. but who made that rule? i think men SHOULD know how to hunt, how to exist if stuck in the woods, how to build a house. it’s actually quite fun. i LIKE knowing i can exist without depending on going to a supermarket.
i know guys that spend HOURS in the gym to “look good”, but the fact is most men have never actually even been in a fight (and GOD knows after yesterday i’m not advocating it). i was under the impression that working out was to be healthy and stay strong; NOT to be able to flex in the mirror and say, “gee i look good.”
the men i’ve met in the sphere are some of the best people i know. that’s a fact.
but the simple fact is, they are your average, every day, run of the mill guy next door. you could be living next a sphere heavy hitter and never know it. but these guys are also the first ones to look at you oddly if you were to regard them “sphere legends”. i always wince when guys fail to see me as just some asshole with a blog.
because honestly, who the fuck am i?
read the blogs, but kill your blogging idols. they are no better or worse than you.
oh, to these who attended the MMGMMD, my mom said to tell you she was VERY happy to see all of you. “tell Mitch i’m enjoying my second bottle of champagne”. and she said she felt so happy when Dok went and fetched himself a glass of water without asking- “i just wanted them to feel at home.”
mom loves her kids, especially her sphere kids.
as most of you may know, a few of the bloggers are here in New Orleans for the meet up. so far, it’s been pretty fun. no one’s been hospitalized, gotten lost, or ended up in jail.
but one night out we were out on bourbon and i read a tweet along the lines of “a bunch of guys hanging out and very few women”. my reply was simply, “yup…..AND?” the tweets ended after that.
i’ve said from day one if your life exists around getting pussy; if the bench mark of your life being a success is how readily, easily, and often you get laid- i really don’t care to know you. go find someone else to worship at the altar of how cool you are.
the fact of the matter is: this meet up is just about friends hanging out and having fun. it’s NOT a contest to see who gets the most numbers and who bangs the most women. it’s about a group of people who’ve either never been to haven’t REALLY gotten to see my city.
well i can assure you, Endymion was off the fucking chain.
food porn, you know it.
guns….SURE, why not. though we didn’t get any range time in.
tomorrow is Lundi Gras and i’m going to bank on it being fucking insane. Lundi Gras is ALWAYS more festive; by Mardi Gras, people are pretty wiped out. gonna meet up with the guys in the quarter tomorrow as i’m sure they could give a fuck about parades after Endymion. Doktor Bill has informed us he WILL.NOT leave new orleans until he has an eggs benedict po-boy. lol.
i’ll let the guys that came down here though give you their impression of the time they spent in NO. for my part, i did the best i could to show them a good time.
life’s to short to make getting laid a priority. take the red pill, keep loved one close to you, appreciate the time you get with them, and remember this life passes relatively quickly. a man that sucks the marrow out of life will rarely be short of female attention. if you’ve taken the red pill, you’ll know exactly how to handle her when she crosses your path.
for whatever reason, i’ve always had interesting work relationships with female coworkers. one in particular stands out. she was half-philipina and white. VERY cute. i met her in NO before i got stationed in japan. she was sponsored by a girl that worked for me who had also just got to NO a few weeks earlier.
i ended up taking them both out to show them the city and the philipina girl sat in the back seat, in a sun-dress with her legs apart. that didn’t really get my attention as much as her neon blue panties did. i TRIED not to stare, i swear to you.
eventually i was in japan and found out the young lady landed orders to my ship in japan. i was tasked with taking the fucking 2 hour train ride to narita, finding her, and making sure she got to the boat safely. she ended up passing our with her feet resting on my lap as she curled up on her bag.
i’ve been there before, by the time you get to japan, you’re exhausted.
she ended up staying at my place since she didn’t want to sleep in the nefarious coffin racks on the ship. she knew me well enough to know i lived in relative plushness. i made her stay awake and my girl janiae came by to show her some of the local sites.
a basic foundation for a decent working relationship had been established. well, i learned something about the girl very quickly.
she’s a HUGE pervert.
now, i worked with 4 women back then and only one of them was reserved (read: married). sexual innuendoes ran rampant in medical. i knew other girls from other departments that were jealous of how the guys and women got along in medical. we considered these girls as family. did we get pervy- oh yeah.
on one occasion janiae made a comment to me that received a less than friendly reply. she responded by throwing something at me. i ended up closing and locking the door, picking her up and dry humping her on the floor. i got up after about 30 seconds, she sat there in a fake cry, “i got raped by a white boy.”
then there was the time me and a friend stuffed the same girl in a garbage can, as the rest of the department laughed on. again, pretty common horseplay on the ship.
well then there was philipina. she had a habit of “cup checking” me when i’d walk past her. then the other 2 girls started doing it. well naturally, we started “box checking” the girls. the philipina would even grab my ass as i walked past her and giggle, “ASS GRAB!!!!” when she did it. considering she had such an amazing dumper, we had no problem grabbing her ass as well.
you may be wondering why there was no “hooking up”. simple. an old grizzled E6 told me early in my career, “son, never put your dick in the cash register.” girls i work with are forbidden fruit. then i watched the fall out of 2 coworkers when they quit seeing each other, it made shit VERY uneasy in the workplace.
one day i was in the office doing records and she (philipina) came in to talk with me, as she passed, i gave her ass a squeeze. she looked at me, closed and locked the door and stared at me. she gave me the look. the, “i wanna fuck” look. she told me she was tired of the teasing, and unzipped her jumper to her waist. now this girl is 4’11″, MAYBE 98lbs, and VERY attractive.
girls on the ship cut their white undershirts to just below their tits so they could stay cool. and it looked sexy as fucking hell. she walked up towards me and i was totally frozen. not turned on, but completely taken aback. she bit her lip and felt herself up as she slowly stepped towards me. once she was close enough i held my hand out to push her away.
she took my hand and placed it on her tit. “they’re nice aren’t they.” i managed to mumble, “what do you think you’re doing.” she replied that she knew i wanted to fuck her and she wanted me too (she has a thing for white boys). she finally reached at my belt buckle and thats when i walked away and told her this wasn’t happening.
she smiled, put her jumper back up and laughed, “I KNEW IT. FAAAAAG!!!!!” she then explained to me they her and the other 2 girls wanted to see if i would back up all that “bad boy talk” i was famous for. “yeah, so much for gunning me down boy.” the next day (this happened on a sunday, she and i had duty and were the only ones in medical) the other 2 girls spent the day teasing me about what went down.
they had had planned this for over a week. cher got the honors since she most fit “my type”, and she was the most naturally sexual of the other 2. even janiae made fun of me about it. but it didn’t feel bad. i simply told them-
“none of you bitches is worthy of this dick.”
i DO have a pic of her, but i won’t link it. if you care to see, comment.
i found this little gem the other day and it gave the biggest laugh as it’s such a great example at hamsterbation that i don’t think i could ever provide a better snippet worthy of this young lady.
“lauren” is a freshman at duke, and a self proclaimed feminist. of course you know she has her supporters clamoring the bell of “you go girl”. but watching the video completely invalidates every point she tries to make.
the guy interviewing her SLAMS her; subtley of course.
but the fact is, this girl is a living, breathing, satire of feminism. it’s delusional self rationalizing horse shit.
the link below is the same you’ll see on WWTDD.
[ed- in the interest of "research" i looked the young lady up "bella knox" and got to review one of her scenes. and all i can say is if lawyers as well as she bangs on film, she'll make a great public defender in compton. seriously, my dick looked up at me asked, "we are you subjecting me to this?"
miss bella, you are certainly no amid moretti.]