distracted

It is saturday night and we had plans; the sofa and our favourite TV show (maybe even catching up from 3 weeks ago) yet somehow we found ourselves on the bed and shag ourselves into a sleep coma, waking in the early hours with our legs glued together with his cool stickiness and the imprint of the diamond patterned bedspread pinkly pressed onto my face.

bedridden

He is handy with knots too.

Berry Red

To My Valentine

(Chocolate, Raspberry and Beetroot Cake)

temple soup

Carrot Soup with Miso & Sesame (with thanks and credit to Smitten Kitchen)

I use Clear Spring Organic Sweet White Miso, which, in their online blurb, it is recommended to use (sparingly) instead of milk or cream in soups or mashed potatoes. An excellent tip for dairy-free goodness. 

2 tablespoons olive oil
2 pounds carrots, peeled,sliced

2 leeks, chopped and washed - my option - or an 1 onion, chopped
4 cloves, peeled and smashed
1 tablespoon (at least) finely chopped or grated ginger
4 cups vegetable stock
1/3 cup white miso paste

Toasted sesame oil

Heat oil in heavy large saucepan over medium heat. Add carrots, onion, leeks (if using) and garlic sauté until onion is translucent, about 10 minutes. Add broth and ginger. Cover and simmer until carrots are tender when pierced, stirring occasionally, about 30 minutes.

Puree soup in batches in a blender. In a small bowl, whisk together the miso an a half-cup of the soup. Stir the mixture back into the pot of soup. Taste the soup and season with salt, pepper or additional miso to taste.

Ladle into bowls and garnish each with a drizzle of sesame oil.

(Temple soup: my body is a temple, pure in spirit if not in thought).

                                                                                     

My supper; mashed potato & celeriac, a tin of canned tuna and seasoning - shape into patties and cook in the oven until crispy-hot. I have a thing for tartare sauce.

I seem to need a great amount of sleep this week. 

It is debilitating to be constantly at the point of exhaustion.

dotty love, part 4

In these few years of my sexual development a particular characteristic of mine has become pronouncedly diverse. Whereas, when I was less confident, I used to hide my orgasms between tightly closed thighs, muffling their intensity in my own flesh, these days I prefer to fling my knees as far apart as they will go and scream my exuberance for him and I to share.

*

I forget to say: Don't forget the sun cream, and get those freckles checked!