QUICKIE FISHY SINWICH

December 1, 2010
That's the musty smell of a quickie, not the fishy scent of the sandwich.

That's the musty smell of a quickie, not the fishy scent of the sandwich.

Who says quickies can’t be romantic, satisfying and straight up sexy?  Clearly these pantywaists have never gone home on a lunch break to bang like a jackhammer fast, furious and effective.  Those who do know relish that all-too-familiar feeling of awesomeness when you get back to the office, grinning ear to ear.  Your coworkers will assume that you ate a great sandwich, which is technically true.  The fact that you made sandwiches between the sheets is beside the point.  Between driving home, banging like a thoroughbred and then driving back to work, time to eat is limited.  Lucky for you there are fast, simple, refreshing meals like this sandwich to recharge your battery for the long afternoon that lies ahead.  Plus you are putting leftovers from last night to work.  Pat yourself on the back for being so resourceful. You are an inspiration to us all! Read the rest of this entry »


SALADACIOUSLY SALIVATING SALAD

November 17, 2010
Salivate or Salvation?

Salivate or Salvation?

Just looking at pictures of this salad makes me salivate.  Good god was this an orgasmic freaking salad.  Everything in here screams healthy, happy and horny.  You could run a goddamn marathon or at least have some killer marathon sex after eating a plate of this bad boy.  My date didn’t know what to say when I served her this masterpiece.  I’m pretty sure she said YUM!  But it was hard to tell since her mouth was full of salad, shortly followed by my tongue.  It’s pretty safe to say that anyone who throws together something this awesome will surely get laid, if not inducted into the COOK TO BANG hall of fame.  Swing for the fences, my friends! Read the rest of this entry »


POMMELONTINI BIKINI

November 12, 2010
Sex & The City?  More like Sex In The City!

Sex & The City? More like Sex In The City!

This one goes out to all you ladies having Sex & The City parties or just having sex in the city.  We all know that you sophisticated women of the world like to relax and gab out their lives with a cocktail in hand.  Sure the Cosmo is the uniform drink, but me thinks there’s a room for a new contender.  The Sour Apple Martini is way to tart and a regular James Bond-style martini is way too boozy and requires you to have a watch that shoots lasers.  Surely there’s a happy medium that is classy, refined and the “just right” like the Little Red Riding Hood in Jimmy Choos seeks.  Ladies, I present to you a simple, fast and “just right” cocktail that has made every woman I served it to just a bit classier, not to mention friskier.  So whether it makes you Charlottes into Samanthas or the Mirandas into a Carries (feel free to correct me as I watched the show only once with my mother who insisted that the key to understanding women was watching Sex & The City), COOK TO BANG has you covered. Read the rest of this entry »


KIWI BE JAMMING

November 8, 2010
You jam straight I want to bang some more

You jam straight I want to bang some more

So I admit freely that my knowledge of New Zealand is limited to the Lord of the Rings, Flight of the Conchords, and a family friend who renounced his Kiwi citizenship.  None of this was going to help the fact that I brazenly invited a cute New Zealand girl I met randomly at a bowling alley bar over for dinner.  She believed me when drunkenly I claimed that New Zealand cuisine had inspired my culinary palette.  So the gauntlet was thrown down for me to WOW this hopefully kinky kiwi.  All my research has turned up was in detail reports about the oppression of the Mauri people, which didn’t strike me as light dinner conversation.  So I just bought a bag of kiwi fruit and winged it.  After great debate with myself, and with timing running out before she showed up, I decided to make a jam of sorts.  I served it with bread, Brie cheese and a New Zealand wine.  This winning combination led to a winning combination of positions in the bedroom, invented by the same people that brought us bungee jumping.  After that night I vowed never to never confuse Kiwi and Aussie girls again.  They hate that. Read the rest of this entry »


BIG PIMPIN’ BBQ SHRIMP SALAD

September 27, 2010

Go Big Pimpin' or go home alone.

Sometimes you gotta big time your salads.  Sure you could serve your date up a simple green salad. But unless you’re following it up with some bodacious entrée, that date of yours will lose interest long before dessert. And that’s if they don’t fall asleep face-first in your uninspired salad.  That is why I went all big pimpin’ with this salad. The hot Chiquita bonita I had over wanted something slamming that would not be expanding her sexy backside.  Aye yi, la Capitan!  The result: our expectations (her appetite; my libido) were surpassed.  I might as well have been drinking Chardonnay out of a pimp chalice with the Cook To Bang logo written in diamonds. 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 »


YAKISOBA SLEEPOVER

September 8, 2010
Yakety Yakisoba, you sleep over, now bend over!

Yakety Yakisoba, you sleep over, now bend over!

This sleepover is going to be so much fun!  Pillow fights, girl talk, pranks calls.   Wait! You mean YAKISOBA SLEEPOVER is just a sexy name for a noodle dish? Boy am I embarrassed.  But I’m not too embarrassed to tell you about my take on this classic  Japanese street food.  Yakisoba is found all over Japan served at festivals and consumed en masse by the military.  The ramen us poor folk know and love originated from this classic.  Now is your chance to bring the gourmet back into this metropolitan street food.  This dish is fast, easy and cheap.  No wonder it’s served on noodle carts outside of subways.  But your date doesn’t need to know that.  Be sure to make a grand deal out of this classy culinary creation as if you learned the recipe from a monk on top of mount Fuji.  Perhaps the knowledge on how to conjure up this ethereal edible rests only with you.  You are the chosen one and your date will no doubt recognize this when they take their first bite.  Sounds like the sleepover is back on thanks to the flavor explosion and ginger aphrodisiac.  Domo arrigato! 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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