Chicken Fricassee’ is an old school Cajun dish. It’s essentially poor people food. Which we all know is the best food. I’ve watched Maw-Maw Leblanc make Fricassee’ too many times and it’s seared into my recipe-rolodex. It seems complex, but it’s actually VERY easy to make, and fucking delish. You’ll need-
1 cup med brown roux
2-3 chicken quarters (I prefer 4 drums and 4 thighs)
1 cup chopped trinity (1/2 med onion, 1 stalk celery, ½ bell pepper)
2-3 cloves chopped garlic
2 bay leaves
1 cup chicken stock
1 tsp cayenne (optional)
2 TSP thyme
1 cup rice (uncooked)
I med Dutch oven
Dredge the chicken in flour and sauté over med heat until the flour browns (about 3-4 minutes per side), then remove from pot and set aside. Add the trinity and sauté until translucent. Add roux, then add chicken stock, bay leaves, thyme, garlic, and cayenne. Bring to a boil then drop heat to low and cover. Let cook for about an hour, then add chicken. Bring to boil again and once boiling, drop heat to low and walk away for about another hour. Cook rice. Remove bay leaves once you take it off heat. (or else it will get bitter). Ladle the fricassee over rice and enjoy. I typically don’t use salt but I’ll add a dash of Tony’s- see pic.
C’est si bon!
Patrice Oneal (RIP) was my first real venturing into “game”. TBH, it wasn’t really game as much as it was internalizing his philosophy about women. Which in summation is: He comes first, then his career, then his family, then his women. If you’ve been on this site long enough you’ve heard me often hear me mention how I tell women I’m involved with, “You’re fourth.” I discovered Patrice around 1999-2000. Patrice was the one that helped me to internalize my core of belief and trust in my myself- ALONE.
A good friend of mine (and a sold 8 with an epic rack) went to see him live in Michigan. Patrice loving women of course singled her out and asked her a question (I don’t recall what it was, and it really doesn’t matter). She giggled and responded and Patrice asked her if she were nervous. Well, yes of course she was but she was also reeling with tingles. When she answered yes, Patrice asked her if she were a tad star struck and she nodded. He said that that was kinda cute and then immediately addressed the crowd-
“I like my bitches to be a little retarded.”
The audience erupted in laughter and and my friend said she was pissing herself laughing. She said she covered her chest and she was VERY turned on. Then Patrice landed-
“It makes me not feel bad when I don’t call them back.”
Again, the crowd roared. I asked my friend (who admittedly is a goer) if she would have run into after the show would she have gone back to his hotel. I didn’t even get to finish the question as she said, “Totally”. Of course it helps when you’re on a stage and semi-famous. lol.
I can’t stress how far a good sense of humor will get you with a woman. BUT, simply being funny isn’t enough. Women can sense weakness in men. you HAVE.TO.OWN.YOUR.FRAME. And that frame needs to be, “You really are lucky to be receiving my time and attention.” If you get caught up on her looks and get nervous a woman KNOWS it. My boy runs Gorilla game. I could NEVER run Gorilla game. I use confidence and humor. Once i make a girl laugh a few times, I escalate. If you’ve been reading long enough you know my go-to escalation.
“Damn girl, you keep giggling like that and you’re gonna end up pregnant.”
I’ve never had it fail. And most of what I do to make her laugh comes in the form of light negs that I follow up with a MINOR compliment. And I never mention her looks. I take that out the equation from the get go by telling her she’s, “kinda cute”. Another GREAT follow up to that is (after she laughs of course, and TRUST ME, she’ll laugh), “I mean, you’re no dime, but you’re sportable.”
HAMSTER IGNITION, WE HAEZ IT!!!!!
In case you didn’t know, laughter is simply an audible tingle. So when a girl giggles at a neg or when you tease her, you know what’s up. And you know how I can PROVE I’m right? I’d be willing to bet most of the girls reading this blog agree with what I’m advising you guys. I know David DeAngelo does the “cocky funny” thing, well there’s a reason he emphasizes it. Confidence is one thing, but without the funny it could come off as arrogance. Tingle kryptonite. Humor alone could make you come off as too aloof and doesn’t build attraction aside from making her comfortable around you. Always remember, you are qualifying her. Not the other way around. Once you can see she’s enjoying the interaction you MUST escalate. Personally, I escalate sexually within 2-3 minutes of the interaction.
It’s kind of odd posting this shit since, to be honest, I’m not really looking for a gf or to have any kind of LTR anymore. But I guess I keep the site up and going for the guys that don’t necessarily want to be a PUA, but want to understand women and be a better dude in general. The world is you oyster fellahs. Women are NOT some impossible mystery creature. Quite the contrary, with the right knowledge women are actually pretty predictable- in terms of attraction.
I mean- if my short, bald, dumb ass can do it. So can you.
Stay the fuck up.
Tomorrow I’ll drop some food porn and give you Clan LeBlanc’s recipe for Chicken Fricassee’. But, I’ll be providing pics of what I’m ACTUALLY cooking: pork tenderloin, stuffed with boudin and wrapped in applewood smoked bacon. It’s a pork porno. lol.
i was talking with a reader who was telling me his woes and transgressions from an ex that’s nuts. he’s never posted but he asked me a question in email land. and i can tell you, girl fucking RUINED this dude’s life. we’ve all been there. i had mine. you find yourself dating this SLAMMING hot girl, things are great. she fucks like a porn star, is ALWAYS down to initiate, you suddenly start telling yourself, “damn, i really fucking hit pay dirt.”
then it happens. call after call after call. “where are you, why haven’t you called me back”
“you’re spending way too much time with your friends!”
slowly but surely she starts encroaching herself more and more into your life. she starts getting WAAAAAAAY to clingy. she begins accusing you of seeing other girls. you start to withdraw from the relationship. the shit get messier, then you realize.
She’s bat-shit fucking crazy.
you tell her (politely, calmly) that you think it’s best if the 2 of you quit seeing each other.
we know the drill. the phone calls, the texts, she might even stalk you. she shit talks you to everyone. sigh. if you only have ONE psycho-ex, you know PRECISELY what i’m talking about. Psycho chicks all share common traits. the 2 main being.
1. they’re FUCKING BEAUTIFUL
2. they fuck phenomenally.
if you’re a man that’s relatively successful with women, we talk about psycho ex’s like war stories, usually over a beer. the following video is a series of call that a guy posted to make his ex stop calling. i get douche chills listening to them. this originally came out around 1999-2000. proceed at your own risk. and please note the time between call. there are actually 63 call. i know because i have them on iTunes.
5 and 6 are the most telling. she’s DESPERATE. she innocently asks for his help with something. and the with 7th- WOW.
i can now tell fairly quickly if i’m dealing with a possible psycho. she’s very pretty, she’s PERFECT- at first. the sex is super-fantastic. but….you MUST dig beneath the surface. you MUST be a detective. but you have to be subtle. you must find out her relationship status with her dad. if she talks shit about her dad. YOU MENTION YOUR DAD’S AN ASSHOLE AS WELL. let her go on and on and on. listen to every word she says. then find out why she broke up with her last bf. it’s unlikely she’ll tell you she was dumped. the more shit she talks about him, the crazier she is.
PUNCH OUT MAVERICK!!!!!
obviously the longer you’re with her, the longer it’ll take to end it. quadruple the normal break up time. honestly, the SECOND i have sex with a girl, i go on high alert to look for psycho traits. and utilize the above quals. having a pyscho is almost a rite of passage. lol. so grab a beer, kick back and listen to 53 rambling, nut-case voice mails, and count your lucky fucking stars.
this reminded me of this song. lol.
Yesterday I posted about the joys of raising a pup and having a loving, goofy, four legged comapnion. I wanted to cover this as well, but the post was pretty long, so i decided to break this into two parts.
So, what’s one of the best things about having a well trained, furry, four legged companion.
I was living in San Diego when Brody was growing up, and I used to bring Brody to the dog park at Balboa. I don’t know how he managed it but EVERY damn cute girl there would have him running up to sniff and play with. Talk about breaking the ice. It really was the only time he’d break camp and leave my side. So, yesterday we talked about choosing and training a dog. Normally, we’d play “throw the ball” until he was worn out and just stroll around the park. Most of the patrons were regulars and I soon came to be kn…..scratch that, BRODY became a well-known fixture there. For those of you that don’t know: Brody’s a functional, albeit lovable retard. He’s the goofiest bastard on four legs. Yet, Brody opened more women for me than I could ever have done alone. Remember, this was 2006. One girl, and GOD I can’t remember her name was a slamming brunette with 2 dogs. Now Brody didn’t typically play with other dogs, but he got along really well with her one rescue. Her other dog was a Chihuahua named (I shit you not) Leelou Peopli. Extra credit goes to the reader who knows where she got that name from. Well, whenever Brody saw this girl he’d run over to her and sniff and run round her excitedly. Then at some point, I kid you not, he’d eventually pee on her. I swear to God. Once I found out her bf and her were on the outs, I asked her out to lunch. I think we dated for a 2-3 months but considering I was heading to Spain in April, we both knew it was a fling. And my in was knowing where her little doggies name came from. “OMG, YES!!!!!! LIKE NO ONE EVER KNOWS!!!!!” *smh*
Now….EVERYONE at the Dog Park commented on how well behaved Brody was. I was already doing the sit, throw ball, and he waits until he’s allowed to go fetch trick and that blew people’s minds. I can’t even begin to tell you how many girls would approach me to “talk to Brody”, and comment on how good of a dog he was. Hamster 101 (though I didn’t really know it at the time), but I did know that Brody was the reason these girls were approaching. I number closed a few, and actually went on a few dates with a couple.
If you’re a guy with a dog, you have a big leg up with your game. And the dog does most of the leg work. Girls have ZERO problem coming over to “play with the dog”. From there all you need to do is run basic day game. I always ran the “Brody is a sucker for brunettes/blondes/mexicanas”, then I’d squat down and say, “Are you serious?” I’d shake my head and say, “He wants to know if he can be your bf. Sorry, he’s a pretty direct guy.”. The girls always reacted the same. They knew what I was doing. They’d fawn over how cute he was and how his Daddy taught him so well. *rolls eyes*. You get the picture I’m sure. I know damn near every girl reading this is smiling because they know it would work on them.
Having a dog will help get you in. But having a well trained, and socially trained dog is MONEY.
I tried to cover this back when I first started blogging, but didn’t get into it that much because I didn’t know how to cover the subject without coming off as offensive. Having a dog that is obviously trained and listen’s goes straight to a girls head and down to her girly bits with tingles of pure bliss. They can’t help it. I’m assuming it’s the fact that not only are able to nurture another living creature, but you’re obviouly a dominant, yet loving indivual.
I have yet to meet a guy that had a dog and knew how to raise it properly, that did poorly with women. Guys good with dogs are typically laid back and have a confidence that’s easily picked up by the female of the species. Now here’s the key: dog’s feed of their owner’s energy. They can tell if you’re angry, happy, sad, scared. They SENSE it. Women are pretty much the same. I can be OBLIVIOUS to a woman’s emotional state, but you bet your ass that your women knows when something is “off” with you. Brody is the same with me.
I’d posit that the same qualities exhibited by dog guys are the same qualities that attract women. Confidence, stable minded, calm, assertive; all these are necessary to keep a dog confidant in your ability to lead the pack. I’m not trying to be sexist or suggest women are like dogs, but you have to admit….these examples do parallel each other. Brody trusts me 100%. I DO NOT lose my temper with him, I always praise him, I respect him, and I absolutely love him. In return, he has submitted to my authority. This DOES NOT mean I’m pushing him around and yelling commands 24/7. In fact, 90% of the time, I leave him to his own devices. I feed him, take him for his daily walk, play dumb games of fetch, scratch his belly, and we have a very symbiotic relationship. He’s my companion, he’s MY responsibility, he’s (in a sense) my son. Every decision I make, I need to take into account how it will affect Brody. I know what he likes and dislikes. And I never abuse the authority he’s given me as pack leader. In return he loves, trusts, and protects me.
Gee, what does this sound like? lol.
Brody ALWAYS knows and understands my state of mind. Most people that have dogs that have “issues” have said issues because the human is not leading the pack well (be it male or female) and the dog realizes the human is of weak character and has taken over the pack. Let’s think about this: what happens when a man fails to assert proper confidence and leadership in a relationship? What happens in a relationship when a man fails to be decisive and leaves the woman in charge of 100% of the relationship?
Look, I’ve dated some ball busting girls. Lawyers, teachers, bar-tenders, basically- women who are in charge of shit for 8-10 hours a day.
Ok. Sorry, but as I was typing this a VERY hot Latina came to my desk to schedule a procedure and plopped her tits right on my desk, at eye-level. The epic bronze orbs of deliciousness really have thrown me off. Give me a moment to recoup. WHY do you ladies do this shit to us? *sigh* I’m really dicombobulated now.
Ok. Where were we? OH, yeah. The ex’s. Interesting thing about these women is that in their personal relationships, they NEEDED me to take charge. They relished the fact that they could count on me to take charge. Again, I always stress to guys that they can be decisive, but being dictatorial will get you nowhere. If anything, it’ll just land you a bitchy, moody, SO. However, a calm, assertive, in control attitude is VERY easily detectable to a woman. I ALWAYS stress the below link as a guide for first time dog owners. Notice anything there? There are quite a few good articles to click through when you finish the article.
Just as it is with Brody.
So you want to improve your game and be a better dude in general. Get a puppy, read yesterdays post, and raise a companion that will add a rich, lovable, goofy layer to your life. If you decide you’d prefer a cat- die in a fire. lol.