a simple life

We have been lovers for almost 12 months. I am appreciating this steady diet of his love, and still smiling at the memory of his considerate seduction last weekend, despite the fact that he knows I'm as eager and easy as a girl can be.

With little regard for volume of salt or sugar, but who cares when it tastes so bloody good?

Mirin-glazed salmon, from Nigella Lawson

I made the whole amount just to feed myself one fillet for this evening, and the rest to serve cold with salad  tomorrow.

60ml mirin (Japanese sweet rice wine)
50g light brown sugar (or a little less weight of palm sugar)
60ml tamari (gluten-free soy sauce)
4 x 125g pieces salmon, cut from the thick part of the fillet so that they are narrow but tall rather than wide and flat
2 x 15ml tbsp rice vinegar
1-2 spring onions, halved and shredded into fine strips

• Mix the mirin, brown sugar and soy sauce in a shallow dish that will take all 4 pieces of salmon, and marinate the salmon in it for 3 minutes on the first side and 2 minutes on the second. Meanwhile heat a large non-stick frying pan on the hob.
• Cook the salmon in the hot, dry pan for 2 minutes and then turn it over, add the marinade and cook for another 2 minutes.
• Remove the salmon to whatever plate you’re serving it on, add the rice vinegar to the hot pan and warm through.
• Pour the dark, sweet, salty glaze over the salmon and top with the spring onion strips. Serve with rice or noodles as you wish, and consider putting some sushi ginger on the table, too.

the joy of cooking

detritus

Even household chores can put a smile on my face when I am clearing up after the night before. An armful of sheets for the laundry, discarded plates in odd corners, tell-tale scrapes of brightly coloured ripped foil amid the chocolate wrappers and a lost toy discovered behind a bed leg. Occasionally a bottle of blue lubricant disappears out of sight beneath the sofa, or a length of satin ribbon knots itself around a convenient door handle. I busy myself with obliterating the stains, covering up the crimes.

another label

He is amused by my full-body convulsions, and the drumming of my feet against his chest and high above his head.

"From now on" he says "I shall call you: thumper."

tasting summer

Anchovy and rosemary for spring lamb, cumin and mint for summer lamb. Try it, you'll like.

4 cloves of garlic, crushed
3 teaspoon cumin seed
a big handful of mint leaves
juice of 2 lemons

Blend well, adding a small amount of olive oil to make a sludge thick enough to massage into the flesh.

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Listening to his voice in my ear gives me that self same comfort of our post-fuck conversations, a gentle tugging at the befuddle bits of my brain that connect to the bemused parts elsewhere.

had:having

I had a wonderful holiday but now I have an extraordinary volume of masturbation to catch up on.

Carnalis is on holiday