September 26, 2009

Single Sistas Guide to Savvy Cuisine

So this week's Recipes were: Chicken Marsala with Capellini pasta and Sauteed Spinach (my own recipe) and Becca's Jalapeno Poppers




Thursday
I decided to change up my boring mid-week meal and do something a little "fancier". I did my research and compared some recipes and combined a few for this Chicken Marsala recipe.






Chicken Marsala
Ingredients
4 skinless, boneless, chicken breasts (about 1 1/2 pounds)
All-purpose flour, for dredging
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
4 ounces prosciutto, thinly sliced
8 ounces crimini or porcini mushrooms, stemmed and halved
1/2 cup sweet Marsala wine
1/2 cup chicken stock
2 tablespoon unsalted butter
1/4 cup chopped flat-leaf parsley



Directions
Put the chicken breasts side by side on a cutting board and lay a piece of plastic wrap over them; pound with a flat meat mallet, until they are about 1/4-inch thick. Put some flour in a shallow platter and season with a fair amount of salt and pepper; mix with a fork to distribute evenly.
Heat the oil over medium-high flame in a large skillet. When the oil is nice and hot, dredge both sides of the chicken cutlets in the seasoned flour, shaking off the excess. Slip the cutlets into the pan and fry for 5 minutes on each side until golden, turning once – do this in batches if the pieces don't fit comfortably in the pan. Remove the chicken to a large platter in a single layer to keep warm.
Lower the heat to medium and add the prosciutto to the drippings in the pan, saute for 1 minute to render out some of the fat. Now, add the mushrooms and saute until they are nicely browned and their moisture has evaporated, about 5 minutes; season with salt and pepper. Pour the Marsala in the pan and boil down for a few seconds to cook out the alcohol. Add the chicken stock and simmer for a minute to reduce the sauce slightly. Stir in the butter and return the chicken to the pan; simmer gently for 1 minute to heat the chicken through. Season with salt and pepper and garnish with chopped parsley before serving.



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Ok so I had to do some improvisation with the recipe.







All the ingredients

I didn't have any boneless chicken, therefore I deboned some chicken breast. I saved the bones and etc. to make chicken stock later





I put the chicken between plastic wrap and pounded it (w/ my rolling pin) to about 1/4 inch thick

Mixing the flour mixture for dredging the chicken lightly



Frying the chicken in olive oil until golden brown

I didn't have any panchetta (a type of smoked Italian bacon) so I used some applewood smoked bacon



I added the broth and marsala to the mushrooms to deglaze the pan. I also added some garlic (about 4 cloves) because I feel Italian needs garlic! After it was all nice and brown, I added the butter



Meanwhile I cooked the Cappellini (a type of angel hair pasta) for 3 minutes in boiling hot water, koser salt and set it aside




As the chicken was simmering, I prepared my famous sauteed Spinach (just a recipe that I threw together. It consist of:
8 oz of fresh spinach
about 3-4 tbs olive oil plus 1 tbs butter
2 cloves of garlic
Juice of 1 lemon
black pepper and kosher salt (to taste)
2-4 tsp of grated parmesan cheese






Let it the oil and butter wilt the greens of the spinach, then add the garlic and other ingredients until perfectly cooked. Don't worry if you think you have too much greens. They will wilt with the heat.






The Final Product (with some cherry tomatoes as Garnish).







I placed the chicken marasala over the cappellini and served the spianch on the side
It was so good! My dinner guest said it was like an orgasm for your mouth! LOL!

Saturday

Today's "Game Day" appetizer was Becca's Jalapeno Poppers (with a bit of my improvisation of course. Becca (sisters_luv) had been telling me all abotu her Jalapeni poppers that her son Eric loves and I said I had to try it!. I found a few recipes and I had to combine them. So in a lot of ways....it was Tati and Becca's Jalapeno Poppers! (LOL)

Jalapeno Poppers



12 fresh jalapeno peppers, halved lengthwise, stems, seeds and membranes removed
6 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 1/2 cups grated Monterey Jack or mozzarella cheese
1/4 cup of crumbled Queso Fresco
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon cayenne, or less, to taste
· 4 large garlic cloves, minced
· 1/4 cup finely chopped sun-dried tomato
· 2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh cilantro
· 1/2 teaspoon coarse sea salt (to taste)
· 1 lb bacon
toothpicks, soaked for about 15 minutes in water

Directions

Mix cream cheese, garlic, sundried tomatoes, cilantro and salt and spices until well blended. You can now set the mixture aside or even freeze for up to a couple of months in a freezer bag. 2
You'll want to wear some kitchen gloves for this step! Slice the jalapeƱos lengthwise, being careful not to slice them in half. Then slice at the top along the width of the pepper just about a quarter inch below the base of the stem until you cut through the core, again being careful not to cut completely through the pepper (This step will probably take some practice). Now you need to decide whether you want to keep the seed webbing for those that like it really hot, or remove them for a lot less heat. I like to do about half and half so that you can please everyone. Anyway, if removing the seeds, gently remove the core using a paring knife by spreading the pepper carefully, you may need to shake some of the remaining seeds out.
Separate the strips of bacon and cook in the microwave for about 5 minutes on high, just enough to give it a head start. Then pat dry with paper towels. Just to soak up some of the grease. Set it aside to cool. Fill either a pastry bag or just a freezer bag (cutting one corner out), and pipe some of the filling into each pepper until full but still able to almost close the pepper. Wrap each pepper with a strip of bacon then use two or three toothpicks to secure the pepper closed. Bake on a rack on a cookie sheet (with foil underneath) for about 25-30 minutes until the bacon is crispy




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I did my own sun-dried tomatoes. It took me about 6 hrs. I de-seeded some tomatoes, brushed them with olive oil, sea salt, and italian seasonings, put them on a rack, and had them on low for about 8 hrs in the oven...and I let them cool. The rest I froze for later use....


Here is the mixture I had all mixed up. It was VERY tasty. I also added some Queso Fresco to it (just half a small pack crumbled). I think this would also be a good dip for chips!

De-Seeded and stuffed jalapenos...





While the bacon was cooking in the microwave then cooling, I had the toothpicks soaking.




I wrapped them with bacon and secured the jalapenos with toothpicks before placing them on a oil-sprayed racked





After about 30 minutes..VOILA! They were all done! Just oozing out and smelled great!





I poured myself a cold Red Stripe and munched on these while I watched the UGA game







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Tomorrow I'm having a pretty traditional Southern dinner: baked ham, string beans, mac and cheese and candied yams. It's been a while since I just ate back to my roots.



Next Week's New Recipes: Canelloni stuffed w/ Ricotta and Spinach. and Steak Diane

Stay Tuned, ya'll!!! This has been VERY fun to share every week!

September 25, 2009

Fall Wardrobe Must Haves

I need to update my Fall Wardrobe. Here are a list of my Must Haves
Gray Open-Toe Booties
Gray or Burberry Print Wrap/Pashmina
Houndstooth Coat



Printed Tights by Hue
Over the Knee/Thigh Boots





RED Trench Coat (If I don't get anything this winter..this is it!)



Long sleeve Blouses (for work..of course)





Pencil Skirts (ShapeFX and NY and CO have some NICE ones)







Cardigans







2 New Pairs of Jeans (Guess and Nine West are the only ones that make me appear to have some junk in the trunk!)













September 24, 2009

Overhauling....

Every few years or so, I get into making myself a “project”. As in, transforming my entire look and I become a project. This usually occurs when some major milestone has happened in my life: joining my sorority, getting engaged, turning 25…turning 30...getting divorced. You name it; I celebrate my overhauling my looks.

About 10 years ago. I went totally and completely natural and chemical free with my hair. 5 years after that, I began my locs. When I was divorcing, I started losing weight and I changed up my style of dress, not trying to hide my figure and embracing who I am. And just this year. I went from brown locs to reddish-blonde to celebrate turning 30. My makeup went from pretty conservative to sometimes drama filled at times. Then back to pretty neutral (well. I can’t count make-up. That is usually when the mood hits me, depends on the occasion, etc.) I even got a new tattoo.

I need a major make-over. I mean..I feel fine. Still on the weight loss tip. Still working out. Still caring and enjoying my locs. But I am entirely too bored with my look. I think I want something new for this year. And I’m thinking about going jet black.Start wearing black nail polish and deep purple lipstick (lol). I know that sounds extreme, but that’s where I want to go with it.
I thought about cutting my locs right after the divorced but I heard outrage and cries of despair from my family and friends. (Hmm..funny..because these were the same people that when I was growing my locs didn’t think it was a good idea.). So I did a compromise and colored my hair. I just want to reinvent myself…perhaps I’d attract a better energy with a new look. I don’t know..*shrug*





Hmmm..I’m fresh out of ideas!

September 23, 2009

The "Relationship" Type




When you were born, you were born with a certain blood type. Most of us are O+, the universal donor. Some of us are O-, AB+, and even rarely, B+. We had no control over the blood type that we were born with….we have no control with the way we were created. We are who we are. It’s part of your DNA.

Much of the same can be said with the type of person you are when it comes to the opposite sex. Some are the “fly by night”types. Some are the “serial dater” types. Some are “wallflowers and recluses”. Some are the “sex and that’s it types”. Some are “non-committal”. A lot of this is shaped by life’s experiences but most of the times, it’s just who you are. But as for me, I am the “relationship type”. And I’m rather proud of that.

I had a conversation with someone about just having a “friend with benefits” and they laughed at me and said “I don’t think that’s your thing. You seem like the relationship type”. It wasn’t said with reverence or admiration. More of accusatory tone like “Ugh...you just HAVE to be in a relationship...HOW LAME. You mean to tell me you just can’t do the sex thing. And because of that…I don’t think I could deal with you”. (These are all presumptions btw…lol) I was taken aback, I’m like “Yo..I can be the SEX type...but what’s so wrong with being the relationship type? Is that so bad these days? And who wants to be?” This honestly, is fine with me. I am not the strictly “sexual” type. I mean we all have our urges and needs, and sometime we give into them. But going into 10 months of being divorced, I can’t imagine myself just being “Samantha Jones” for the rest of my adult years. Even Sam settled down for a few stretches in her sexual adventures.

I’m totally cool with being the “relationship” type. It’s ok that it’s part of my DNA. I feel comfortable in relationships yet at the same time, my life doesn’t revolve around it. I mean, I was married for God’s sake AND I’m divorced. So clearly, I can be without a relationship as well…but at the same time, I was built for “comfort” not for speed.

When the time comes, I’d like for someone to appreciate the fact that I value relationships. I think with proper time and growth and prayer, they can become valuable to you. Some may last. Some may not. In either regard, they are there to teach you something. But I am certainly not going to apologize for being who I am when it comes to dating. I am not going to change my habits. I’ve done that far too many times when I was in my 20’s and I am too old for that now.

So I’ll proudly show my card that I am the “relationship type”-donating my love, my heart, my time and my warmth to someone who deserves it. It's life sustaining...
Let’s hope I get my “match” the next time around…..

September 22, 2009

When Your Ex Starts Dating..


How do you deal when your ex begins dating again……?


Recently, my ex-husband went on his first “real” date post-marriage. And strangely enough, I helped him plan the outing. I am sort of glad we are at that point in our relationship where we can just be friends and cordial.



He picked a place to have a massage...and then took her to a nice seafood restaurant in the city. We are very “Naomi and Sam” from Private Practice (minus the sex...obviously). I was sort of excited for him partly because it was like I was planning the ultimate date for myself. Despite the fact that we hurt each other in tremendous ways, I was glad that he was able to find someone that interested him and he wanted to show them a good time. After the date, he told me he had a great time despite the young lady not really speaking as much. This is hard because my ex husband is somewhat introverted so two introverts can’t just sit there and expect “magic” to happen. She even got the check at dinner (because he paid a pretty penny for the massage). The following week, they went to see Musiq in concert. He was upset that she didn’t seem “into” him but they are continuing on with a friendship and planning other dates.



Trust me, I was glad. For one, it took any notion of “us” getting back together out his mind. I mean, your ex wife helping plan your dates should be a sign. Secondly, I got to live a bit vicariously though him. Once upon a time, my ex had done those same things-taking me to nice dinners, we had several massages. The problem was more often than not, I’d be picking up the check (LOL) and I felt resentful (circumstances were very different). But part of me felt a twinge of…….hmm…I don’t know.



I wouldn’t call it a twinge of jealousy. It’s sadness. I think the sadness I feel is because he’s dating and I’m not. It would help if I too was in the dating scene. But that’s not happening. I’m upset and frustrated. I keep meeting absolute duds. Dudes who just want some nookie, dudes who want “cut buddies”, dudes who have a virtual Rolodex of pussy (pardon my language) or dudes who are in these “complicated” situations-mad kids, too broke, living with their mothers, separated yet NOT divorced, or too immature to settle down and because they know the “ratio” is in their favor, they play the field endlessly.



And it is a bit upsetting when a person you feel should hurt as much as you is easily getting dates. (Well, not easily, but apparently someone is interested in him enough to want to go out multiple times.). But at the same time, it gives you hope that we lowly divorcee’s can date again.
I’m a gregarious person. I’m lively and full of energy and positivity. I laugh a lot. I love hard. I live to the fullest. It shouldn’t be this hard to get a date (lol). I’ve gotten peace in the fact that perhaps this period of solace is just a “preparation” mode for someone who appreciates what I have to offer.



I remember having a convo with my ex asking him did he feel I lacked something which is why we got divorced. He said “No. Not at all. We divorced because WE couldn’t hold it together. Takes nothing away from you. Takes nothing away from me”. I sighed and said.”I’ll be honest...dating sucks...but it’s a means to an end. A necessary evil.”
He laughed and said “Sometimes...I wish we could skip dating and just find a mate”. I laughed and said “That’s called an arranged marriage”.

September 20, 2009

Stepping out the Box (part 2): Finding my Inner "Julia"

I've always been a good cook. No. A GREAT cook. I come from a long line of cooks in my family: Southern women who could whip up just about anything. From peach cobblers to the best pot of collard greens to even stir-fry...my family has great cooks (men included. My uncle Sonny and my cousin Ant are EXCELLENT cooks!). I think the greatest compliment I ever got was from my parents. My mother said "I know I fry pretty good chicken but,baby, your chicken is WAY better than mine!". My dad smiled and nodded his head in agreement. When I was married, nothing fulfilled me more than to see my husband with a full belly and a smile on his face. When the food was good, I could practically get him to do anything. (LOL). I love to host parties and try new recipes. I watch Food Network all the time and I even collect cookbooks and belong to a recipe-exchange club. I try as often as I can to release my inner Julia/B.Smith/Martha Stewart/Barefoot Contessa (LOL).

I recently hosted a Game Day Pampered Chef party at my house. I was teaching my girls some great "game day" recipes for football season.(Ya know..since most ladies don't wanna watch Football..you can at least provide the snacks!) I was so excited. I wore a throwback jersey.My girls were excited. They got to test out some great products from my cousin's Pampered Chef catalog as well as eat and socialize. I told my frat brother about the recipes and the party. He said "Well..I wouldn't marry a woman who didn't know how to cook". I said.."Well..ironically..my girlfriends are married and don't cook. I'm divorced and I can really burn!". I truly wasn't seeing the correlation between cooking and marriage. True..it's a great asset. But it can be taught if you are willing to learn. He then goes.."Well..that doesn't seem right.. Well..instead of you teaching them how to cook...they need to be teaching you whatever super powers they have". I literally had steam coming out my ears. Who that F**K are you to insinuate that they have some special powers that keep a man..or keep them married? Or that me cooking isn't enough of a skill to keep a man or the reason I got divorced, therefore I must be lacking in some OTHER area (i.e. sexually, financially, etc.)? Or they need to teach me a damn thing! Whatever he was insinuating, it pissed me off. He said "Oh..so don't tell me you're sensitive". I literally had to really catch myself. and I had some choice words. He knows I'm single. Knows I'm divorced. Trust...that was beyond insensitive.


Out here in the dating world, I DO NOT tell most men I know how to cook. I've cooked for a few guys, most of whom didn't appreciate it (but it was some super basic stuff). I've only cooked for one man since I've been divorced who really appreciated it. But after a while, I got kind of tired of cooking. I was cooking ALL THE TIME. I wanted to go out to eat sometimes...I didn't want to feel relegated to having to cook all the time. I was hoping he wasn't trying to take advantage of a good situation (which I doubt) but I also didn't want to feel resentful.


Now that I'm on my own, I've gotten pretty routine with my cooking. I cook the same things over and over. I take the same basic lunch over and over. And quite frankly, I'm bored. I do try and eat healthier than I normally do (baking instead of frying, etc) but even that gets old. I do want to be able to cook and maintain my weight yet explore flavorful options.
I decided on a whim that about once a week (on Sundays preferably), I'd try a new recipe. Something yummy, good, and relatively healthy. Sunday gives me time to really savor the cooking, take my time, and really try something new. I have time on the weekend to shop for ingredients. I mean, of course every now and again I'd want a traditional Sunday meal: mac n cheese, candied yams, pot roast...etc. Good comfort foods. But I need to change it up sometimes.

This Sunday, I decided to explore some more "ethnic cooking". This week's menu was Korean. I had a pack of flanken short ribs in my freezer and I had no idea what to do with them. So, I decided to go ahead and research and I kept finding Korean short rib recipes. I went to the Your Dekalb International Farmer's Market and picked up the ingredients. I stayed there for hours, exploring the aisle and even tasting samples (LOL). They had everything I needed.
The recipe follows as such:

Korean Barbequed Beef Short Ribs
2 to 5 pounds Korean style beef short ribs* (flanken cut ribs)
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1 cup soy sauce
½ cup water
¼ cup mirin (rice wine)
¼ teaspoon ginger
1 small onion, peeled and finely grated
1 small Asian pear, peeled and finely grated
4 tablespoons minced garlic (about 6 cloves)
2 tablespoons dark sesame oil
¼ teaspoon black pepper
2 green onions, thinly sliced (optional)

Sprinkle brown sugar over beef and mix well to evenly coat. Let sit at room temperature for 10 minutes while preparing marinade. In a bowl, whisk together remaining ingredients. Transfer beef into a large sealable freezer bag (you may need 2). Add marinade, press out excess air from bags, and seal. Turn bag over several times to ensure beef is evenly coated. Refrigerate for at least 4 hours but preferably overnight. Heat gas or charcoal grill to medium-hot. Drain excess marinade off beef. Grill short ribs, turning once, to desired doneness, about 3 to 4 minutes per side. Garnish with thinly sliced green onions, if desired. Serve whole pieces as a main course or cut into smaller pieces, using kitchen shears, for a starter or party nibble.
* NOTE: Korean-style short ribs can be found at most Asian markets. The cut, also known as “flanken,” refers to a strip of beef cut across the bone from the chuck end of the short ribs. Unlike American and European-style short ribs, which include a thick slice of bone-in beef, Korean-style short ribs are cut lengthwise across the rib bones. The result is a thin strip of meat, about 8 to10 inches in length, lined on 1 side with ½-inch thick rib bones. The thin slices make for fast cooking on the grill.



The Finished marinade mix...
Meat was marinated for about 24 hrs.


After I drain the meat, I add it to a VERY hot grill pan.


Traditional Thai/Korean "Sticky" Rice (Just a type of long-grain rice)




Stir Fry Veggies: I just sauteed them in sesame oil, garlic, ginger, a dash of soy sauce and black pepper corns





The Final Product: Korean Short Ribs with Sticky Rice and Stir Fry Veggies





Let's Eat!


It was a fun dish to prepare! I was so stuffed afterwards (I actually didn't eat all of mine) and I had plenty of left-overs for tomorrows dinner, despite inviting a friend over to eat. I hope eventually I will get to test my cooking skills out on a man who will be able to appreciate what I do.


Next dish on the menu: Chicken Marsala with Capellini and sauteed Spinach



But that's later on in the week!! You gotta wait for that one, ya'll !!

Till then,




Toodles!!

September 18, 2009

Fantasies are Safer


I’m in love….

And he's fine ya'll...I mean...so fine. He has this amazing smile...one dimple in his left cheek....perfectly faded haircut with the sharpest edge-up. His goatee is coal black, and just shaped up to perfection. He always smells amazing. He has this skin so smooth...sort of this caramel-butterscotch-cocoa mix. His eyes are big and brown...not overly big...just bright. He doesn't have any children. He is a professional and educated man. He's humble to a fault, loving and giving....He takes me on the most amazing and creative dates. Flowers for no reason. He can cook. We are talking G. Garvin good.....and he has the most infectious laugh. He's thick. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of (esp. in his boxer briefs).....and yes ladies, he's HUNG. OMG! The bedroom action ranks up there with the best I've ever had....he's incredible... I mean...just last night...we made love on my dining room table.... He's smart and funny. And reads more than Smooth Magazine....We can engage in talking about the newest album out....to political pundants and their opinions....He has creative and unique hobbies....He keeps himself in shape. But he isn't all overly cut or sloppy fat either. Or too skinny...not perfect. He has his imperfections. He'll marry me someday....I know he will.

His name?? Er???? Uh....see the thing is...I don’t know WHO he is.................I just know I'm in love with him already!


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These days I do a lot of “living in my head”. My dating life has come to a grinding halt. No dates. No phone calls. No first kisses. First dates or butterflies. I’ve consumed myself with applying to PhD programs, working out, trying to find new things to do solo, and mindless amounts of TV and books. The only time my Blackberry goes off is for endless junk mail and Facebook alerts. Therefore, I figure that if I have a make-believe love life…I can sort of add it to my “mental hope chest”: piecing together the type of guy I’d like to encounter…store it away…and come back to it when necessary.

In a lot of ways, this type of imagining gives me comfort. I go on the best dates in my head (LOL). Horseback riding. Ice-skating. Wine-tasting and cooking classes a la “Hitch”. I file these ideas away, hoping some day I’d get to do these things (with or without Mr. Fantasy Man). It also allows me to have some glimmer of hope that he’ll manifest himself in real life. It makes me feel that I know I am a desirable girl that perhaps a man like this would want.

But in more ways that not, it’s sort of pathetic. I admit it. Having a glass of wine wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, pretending it’s “Gavin” (that’s my imaginary dude’s name...LOL) is sort of sad. The only thing that would make it even more pathetic is if I had a cat. Luckily, I’m allergic to cats and my complex charges way too much for a pet fee.
I suppose it is safer this way. To indulge myself in fantasy. It protects my heart from being broken. And I am scared to death to actually meet guys. I feel in a lot of ways awkward, goofy and a bit unsure of myself around the opposite sex. I know some sense that. Yet, there are times I feel TOTALLY self-assured and confident… (And no one approaches. LOL). I just don’t want the fantasy to take over and not allow me to actually take a leap of faith, and get out there and MEET people.

I’m wondering if this is even healthy.

September 16, 2009

Stepping Out the Box (Part 1): Two to Tango


In my 30’s and into my life as a single woman, I’ve decided not to be afraid to try anything and I do mean anything. A new type of food. New wine. Daringly low cut dress. New lipstick shade. Anything that tickles my fancy and ultimately, makes me happy.

I’ve been on a weight loss kick for some time now. After my divorce, I lost a total of 45 lbs. A lot of it was stress and poverty (lol), but I also worked out like crazy and did the Slim-Fast plan of attack toward my eating. I lowered my caloric intake to a daily 1100-1300 calories and I worked out about 3-4 times a week. By the time my 30th birthday rolled around, I went from almost a size 16 to a size 10 (some designer 8’s). I went from nearly 180 lbs to 145 lbs. I was happy (not satisfied as I wanted to get down to a size 8 solid and about 130 lbs).
Since that time, I’ve been bombarded at work and a little bored with my work out routine. I can only do so much jumping rope, treadmills, elliptical training, and so forth. My eating habits were also skewed and I just had no idea. But the pounds were creeping back up. I gained about 10 lbs since the cruise. NOT a good thing….

I’ve always been interested in taking a dance class. I didn’t want to do anything trendy or conventional. Lots of girls are into pole dancing classes but I found those to be too expensive for my taste. I’ve never liked step class and I love belly dance class but I wanted something that was totally out of my comfort zone. I was home one day watching PBS and the ballroom dancing was on. I’ve always been a fan and sat there mesmerized. I turned to a movie with Brittney Murphy called “Love and Other Disasters”. And in it she did a sexy tango with a hot Argentinean man. That’s when it hit me: I’m going to learn how to tango. Not only will it be great exercise, it will be a sexy and creative way to release my “inner sex kitten”.

Thus began my research. I called around town but most classes had been filled were well under way. Finally, I remembered that there was a dance studio around the corner from my house and I called them. When I called the number listed for the instructor of the tango class, I was greeted with a mellow, smooth and seductive voice. His name was Horatio. In my mind, he was tall, dark and Antonio Sabato, Jr. But in reality, he could be a little old man who was swift. (LOL). I asked him if I needed to get anything special, the cost of the classes, etc. He told me that a good heeled shoe with a strap would be best and if I could get some basic tango shoes that would be best. He warned me that they were quite expensive but I could find something comparable for practice. He said I didn’t need a partner and that I could stop in at anytime for a nominal fee of $10 per class or get a series for $60. I was in love already.

After weeks of research, I picked out my tango shoes and ordered them- a sexy pair that fit my style and in my favorite color-red. I ordered them and prepared to put on a flirty skirt and hit my class…..

Well...I find out my shoes are back ordered and won’t be here until well into October. Oh well... I will have to begin my classes a little later.

I got some encouragement from my friend Candi. She sent me an article that said that dance classes were the perfect places to meet new guys. I can’t imagine what kind of men went to these classes…I certainly can’t imagine big, burly “Jamal” types in a tango class. But I will not stereotype. I’d love to learn the dance with a good looking man. But I won’t get my hopes up. (LOL)

SO…my foray into Tango will begin in the beginning of October. I will def keep you all informed!

September 14, 2009

Closed For Renovation


Hello Readers!

Your favorite SouthernBelle is still very much alive in the blogesphere! BUT...a few things have kept me from blogging regularly...I will be back VERY soon. I have a lot to share..and I just need time to formulate my thoughts....

Some on trying new things...some thoughts on love and dating (as usual)..some thoughts on my own personal mantras and style.

So sit tight, ya'll!! I will be back with you all soon enough!

SMOOCHES!

TheMochaPeach

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