PICNIC TO BANG

June 8, 2012
Be sure no bear steals your picnic basket while you're banging in the woods.

Be sure no bear steals your picnic basket while you’re banging in the woods.

Food on the go doesn’t always mean artery-shattering fast food in greasy paper bags. Call it a picnic and suddenly you’re the classiest bastard alive.  Cooking at home certainly makes post-meal banging a foregone conclusion, but sometimes you need to mix it up.  Taking your homemade treats elsewhere can be an adventure that allows your date to get comfortable with you.  The clear advantage to a picnic date is not blowing your paycheck at a restaurant.  Plus it’s romantic in spite of it being a tad cliché.  My retort to that is women always flock to recycled cliché romantic comedies ad nausea.  Many a picnic date have yielded me randy rewards. One went so well that I was cited in a park for public indecency when my date and I were caught in the backseat of her Prius, which was surprisingly roomy. Apparently all the parents of impressionable youngsters didn’t appreciate our tomfoolery. Read the rest of this entry »


DOUBLE DIP THE TIP IN CHOCOLATE

July 28, 2011
One good dip deserves another!

One good dip deserves another!

Few desserts guarantee fornication like chocolate-dipped strawberries. You have the chocolate/strawberry APHRODISIAC element right off the bat. But there is so much more to this seductively simple dessert. These berries take champagne to places you usually experience behind closed doors. All the better for setting the stage for seduction. Be sure to follow the unwritten rule that you never stuff a chocolate-dipped strawberry in your own mouth. Let your date feed you and return the favor. Play your cards right and the berries will be the first of many things you put in your date’s moth. My first dance with chocolate-dipped strawberries took place in a hotel room with my college girlfriend at the time. I found it odd that her sorority sister was there too. But when the girls started feeding each other I knew this was my anniversary gift. I savored every last morsel of sweet satisfaction. The strawberries were also quite good. Read the rest of this entry »


PORN-FLAKE FRISKEES

December 17, 2010
Behold the tower of porn...flakes.

Behold the tower of porn...flakes.

Cue the 70’s porn funk as you stroll into the room.  You got that sexy someone in one arm, an armful of cornflake magic in the other.  The only thing holding you back is your fragile sense of morals.  Toss them aside onto the shag carpeting and become the porn star you always wanted to be.  Remember on career day in middle school when everyone announced plans to be doctors, firemen and an account like my dad?  Not you.  You announced to your aghast teacher and clueless classmates that you would be delivering money shots on cue from 5 different angles while stroking your mustache.  So what if that didn’t technically work out?  No harm in pretending so long as you have a willing partner.  But that’s why you have the Porn-Flake Friskees, to lure in your co-star.  Lights, camera, BANG! Read the rest of this entry »


NOT-SO-TEENY WEENY BELLINI

September 24, 2010
This Bellini for me?  Ain't you a pureed peach!

This Bellini for me? Ain't you a pureed peach!

Most of us can’t claim to have a 100-foot yacht, 10 personal assistants, and our own private island. That privilege belongs to me.  These lavish riches are made possible by blogging about cooking and banging in my drafty garage. Sorry, suckers.  But fear not, for you can simulate this dilettante existence with a few simple adjustments: Cook with real potatoes rather than microwave tater tots you bought with food stamps; light your dining room table with candles instead of your Winnie the Pooh nightlight; make a classy drink from scratch rather than drink 3 bottles of Night Train in front of the Home Depot.  Easy enough even if you don’t light your Cuban cigars with $100 bills like me.  May I introduce this bubbly taste of class known to the civilized world as the Bellini?  It’s like a Mimosa remix that keeps them coming back for seconds, thirds and their tenth glass.  And what perfect timing with Valentines Day around the corner!  Serve this with dessert or the morning after following a night of carnal consummation.  You could also just pour it all over your naked body and invite your sweetie to lick you clean.  Regardless, know that you are in fact a peach. Read the rest of this entry »


TAWDRY TART TARTIN

August 30, 2010
That no good tart tastes too good

That no good tart tastes too good

What a filthy, no good tart!  Strutting itself around unpeeled and sweet to a fault.  You’d think this tart would have more manners being of European stock.  But clearly all it wants to do is lay about and put itself in any mouth it can find.  No doubt, this apple has fallen very far from the tree.  But I suppose you think I should just cut it some slack, right?  Just let it go while it tarts around on any available plate, being passed around like a marijuana joint at some hippie love orgy?  I say hell no!  The only solution I have is to cool its jets.  I’ll use the only thing I have in my arsenal.  Ice cream!  That’ll teach it to be so sweet, seductive and bad for me.  Just to prove to you I am the bigger man, I’ll take one bite to show the rest of you how to be disciplined.  See?  One bite and I can say no…all right two bites.  Three.  Screw it!  I’m taking the rest of the tart into my bedroom. But I’m not going to enjoy it!  Seriously.  I’m eating the rest for it’s own good.  Let that be a lesson to the rest of you! Read the rest of this entry »


BANGO THAT GINGER PORNSICLE

August 27, 2010

Mango popsicles = bango possibilities

Mango popsicles = bango possibilities

Mango, ginger, frozen phallus: these are a few of my favorite things.  Nothing is so suggestive as tasty-as-fuck frozen APHRODISIACS you can hand feed your date.  Fear not, for you will be able to follow it up with a warmer addition to their mouth.  But first you need to cool them down after a no doubt hot hot main meal.  Your culinary and conversation skills keyed your company up for all sorts of nasty post-meal activities.  But first take a moment to get them cool and relaxed before you bring the heat.  Cool enough?  Now bring it, bring it! Read the rest of this entry »


STROKE MY BANANAS FOSTER

August 16, 2010
Only sexy monkeys deserve to taste these bananas
Only sexy monkeys deserve to taste these bananas

The South will rise again…in your mouth.  I do declare!  This outstanding Southern Cuisine classic is a sure fire way of impressing even that skeptical date who sneered at the 4-course meal you’ve already served.  Your caveman instinct will kick in like a racehorse back-kick to the cranium the moment you combine fire and food.  Putting an amazing dessert on fire is like thunking a cave-babe over the head with a club and dragging her into the cave (works on cave-dudes too).  The bananas sweet crispy outside gives way to a hot creamy center that is begging for some culinary cunnilingus.  The extra Foster sauce works like a much-need lube that allows you to navigate the sweet and rummy flavors.  And you can always cool it all down with dip in the melting ice cream pool.  Prepare to have your mind and possibly something else blown.

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SEE ME PLEASE ME FEED ME KIWIS

February 23, 2010

Ain't no peewees with these kiwis.

Much props to New Zealanders for being so lovable. Here’s looking at you Bret and Jemaine! Those kiwis are a treat to be around, especially in their home turf. I visited Queenstown, NZ a while back and was taken a back by the natural beauty of the place. The mountains and lakes and rivers and shit were nice too. Kiwi girls got that organically cute look going on fun and are always up for it, whatever ìitî may be. A drunken lout I met at a Sydney party told me right before I flew to New Zealand, ìWhen you tap a kiwi on the shoulder her panties fall down.î Thanks for the tip, Aussie Aussie, oi oi! He was right. And not only that, Kiwi girls, at least the one I met in Queenstown, did me one better. She dragged me out of the bar, banged me like her forefathers banged their sheep, and then fed me after. Bang to Cook. What she served me was reminiscent of this little ditty. Fresh kiwis served as a decadent dessert hit the spot before I was dragged back to bed for round 2 through 14.

Total time: approximately 25 minutes
Projected cost: $4
Drinking Buddy: Port or dessert wine

Ingredients (Serves 2):
1. 2 tbsp brown sugar
2. 1 tsp garam masala*
3. 2 tbsp margarine
4. 8 kiwis
*Indian spice made of cumin, coriander, cardamom, peppercorn, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, and saffron

Step 1
Cut off the ends of the kiwi, slice down one side, and remove the peels. Cut the kiwis in half and you are ready to rumble.

Step 2
On low heat, melt the margarine, add the brown sugar and garam masala, and stir into a syrup. Add the slices of kiwi and sauté in the syrup until the kiwis soften and the color starts to fade (approx 20 min). Serve solo or over ice cream or another desert that needs some extra boom-shaka-laka.

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RUB MY BUTTERCUPS

February 19, 2010

Rub a dub dub, let's bang after this grub

Feel that. Cup your hand and take it all in. Yeah, that’s nice right? I worked hard to firm up my buttercups just so. This I assure you is no accident. Take another and another. You can’t resist, can you? I don’t blame you. With this much sex appeal turbo-loaded into one little dessert, I have a hard time leaving the house. You really don’t have to when you have such a delicious bait to lure the luckies in who get to bang you after eating your kitchen’s delights. Brownie/peanut butter cookie hybrids are dangerous and should not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. Jihadists and ex-KGB scientists alike could destroy the world with sweet satisfaction. That much unchecked power can overwhelm even the most ethical of culinary Casanovas. So when you’re getting your buttercups rubbed, remember that with great flavor comes great responsibility.

Total time: approximately 60 minutes
Projected cost: $15
Drinking Buddy: Milk

Ingredients (Serves 2):
1. 2 cups flour
2. 2 3/4 cups brown sugar
3. 3/4 cup cocoa
4. 1 tsp salt
5. 2 tsp vanilla extract
6. 1/2 cup HONEY
7. 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
8. 1/2 cup peanut butter
9. 3/4 tsp baking powder
10. 4 eggs
11. 2 sticks butter

Step 1
Preheat your oven to 375°F/190°C.  Sift together 3/4 cups flour, cocoa mix, 3/4 cups brown sugar, salt and 1/4 tsp baking powder.  Melt 1 stick of butter and beat in 2 eggs, and 1tsp vanilla extract.  Mix the eggs/butter combination with the dry cocoa/flour/sugar mix into a batter.  Blend in the chocolate chips and you have mind-blowing batter that you can bake or lick off your date.

Step 2
Grease a large baking pan and spread the brownie batter flat. Bake solo until the brown batter begins to harden (approx 25 min).

Step 3
Melt the remaining stick of butter and mix with the peanut butter.  Mix in the remaining 2 eggs and 1 tsp vanilla.  Next mix the 1/4 tsp baking powder, honey, and 2 cups brown sugar.  Finally mix in the 1 1/4 cups flour.

Step 4
Carefully pour out and spread the peanut butter brownie, making sure not to unsettle the brownie bottom. Bake in the oven until the peanut butter cookie top cooks all the way through (approx 30 min). You should be able to poke a toothpick all the way through without getting any batter. Allow them cool before cutting and serving.

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DOWN WITH BROWNIE SUNDAE

December 28, 2009

I'm always down for a little brown or black or yellow or white or whatever hottie comes my way

I’m pretty much down with every color of the rainbow. Call me an equal opportunity banger.  If you photographed all my past play pals, you would have a perverse United Colors of Benetton ad. So long as she’s hot and wild, I will go there. My loins are open-minded and willing to give each and every heritage the opportunity to please and get pleased. What can I say? I have taken to heart what Martin Luther King, Jr. “Let them be judged not by the color of their skin, but the content of their character.” The only thing I would add is “the contents of their pantalones.” We’re all the same color when the bedroom lights are out. So with this inspiring call to tolerance in banging and life, I give you this sundae I made for a lady of a Latin heritage. She salsa-danced with her hips on my loins and made me scream “Ay dios mio!”

Total time: approximately 10 minutes

Projected cost: $6

Drinking Buddy: Brandy or cognac
Ingredients (serves 2):

1. 2 scoops vanilla ice cream

2. 2 tbsp butterscotch

3. 1 handful raspberries

4. 2 PINCH YOUR ASS-BERRY BROWNIES

5. 1 small handful chopped walnuts

Step 1

First heat up the butterscotch. Lay a brownie bed, scoop ice cream on top, surround with raspberries, pour over the hot butterscotch, and crown with walnuts and go nuts!

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