August 14, 2010
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New Dude, Breakups, Long Term Relationships, Infidelity, Cheating, Technology, Texting, Facebook, Diesel Jeans DJ, BFF, Radio, Musicians, Music, Sex Acts, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Crying, Friends, Twin Cities, Socializing, Apologies, Bread, Recipe, Pancakes, Buttermilk, Breakfast, Breakup Pancakes
“You’re early!” New Dude exclaimed when he appeared behind me, nude and dripping wet.
“I
know, right?” I replied, plopping down on the couch with an issue of
Spin.
My punctuality wasn’t the only sign that something was very wrong. All day, I’d been in that weeping-over-the-steering-wheel-for-no-apparent-reason
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August 2, 2010
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Rockstar Guest Chefs, Starving Artist Series, Peter Sieve, Chris Koza, Linnea Mohn, Luke Anderson, Rogue Valley, The Booksellers' House, Crater Lake, Music, Musicians, Songwriting, Grilling, BBQ, Fish, Frozen Pizza, Man Eater Sandwiches, Threesomes, Bachelor Parties, Recipe, Breakfast, Eggs, Romaine, Tomatoes, Bread, Sandwich, Open-Faced Sandwich
If two dudes ever knew how to play hard-to-get, it’s Peter Sieve and his partner in crime, Chris Koza.
“You guys are
impossible to tie down!” I exclaim when Pete appears alongside me at the café counter.
Weeks have passed since my initial plea for the founders of Rogue Valley to
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July 22, 2010
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Matthew Inkala, Rockstar Guest Chefs, Starving Artist Series, Music, Music Video, YouTube, Art, Maria Athanasselis, Exes, Video Taping, Chris the Cameraman, Burlesque, Hip Hop, Musicians, Food Songs, Eggs, Egg McMuffin, McInkala Muffin, Cheese, Pepperjack Cheese, Bacon, Sandwiches, Muenster Cheese, Mustard, Honey, Cinnamon, Breakfast, Acoustic Guitar, Red Hot Arts Festival, New Dude, Sex Acts, Blow Jobs, Muchecinnahon Sandwich, Racktacular
There’s a lot of T & A in here! That’s my first thought upon entering the North Minneapolis abode where I’m interviewing singer/songwriter Matthew Inkala. Artwork of bare-chested ladies is on display on the walls, the bookshelves, the table. Everywhere.
I immediately compliment the acoustic cutie on his dé
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July 15, 2010
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Starving Artist Series, Rockstar Guest Chefs, Grant Dawson, Music, Musicians, Cats, Art, Writing, Song Writing, Blogging, Piano, Jazz, Blues, Spellbound Way, Gluten-Free, Health Food, Diets, Recipe, Pancakes, Whipped Cream, Cool Whip, Blueberries, Berries, Breakfast, Grant Dawson's Glutten-Free (but berry gluttonous) Pancakes
Grant Dawson has a hot kitchen. Seriously. Only moments after shedding my sandals at the doorway of his quaint St. Paul abode, my clothing is soaked…above and below the waistline.
My interviewee seems totally cool, despite donning a long-sleeved shirt, heavy pants and a Twins baseball cap. Though I’m sweatin’ it, nervousness
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June 30, 2010
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Starving Artist Series, Rockstar Guest Chefs, Music, Music Video, YouTube, The Current, Radio, Concerts, Casey Call, Pictures of Then, And The Wicked Sea, Apple, Technology, Facebook, MGMT, Whole Foods, Interviews, Sauce, Minneapolis, Indie Rock, Recipe, Eggs, Marshmallows, Avocado, Cheese, Provolone, Jalapenos, Mexican Food, Salsa, Breakfast, Brunch, Whole Foods, Organic
OMG. There’s a rockstar on my doorstep…with an overnight bag…and he’s here to do something that Man Eater has never experienced before. (Insert imaginary orgasm here.)
How did I get so gosh darn lucky?
Diesel Jeans DJ had something to
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May 8, 2010
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Music, Al Kooper, Bob Dylan, Song Writing, Guitars, Musicians, Minneapolis, Twin Cities, Minnesota Nice, Playboy, S.O., Adultery, Dating, Open Relationships, Threesomes, Slump Buster, Irish Eyes, Dr. Depp, Music Mensch, Lil' Bro, Diesel Jeans DJ, Jeans, Fashion, Writing, Blogging, Technology, Facebook, Texting, Enemies, Haters, Violence, Apologies, Seafood, Restaurants, Marie Antoinette, Brioche, France, French, Recipe, Bread, Cake, Coconut, Almond Paste, Raspberries, Berries, Breakfast, Brunch, Dessert, Coconut Frosting, Off With Her Head Bread
Sometimes Man Eater goes looking for trouble. Sometimes trouble finds me. And sometimes, both happen simultaneously.
I’m sitting one table away from Diesel Jeans DJ, in direct sight of Playboy, and within striking distance of his S.O. How did this happen? In part by chance, in part by choice, and in part
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May 2, 2010
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Books, Book Review, Anthology, Sex Writers, Erotica, BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Finger Fucking, Foreplay, Gag, Sex Acts, S & M, Please Sir, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Playboy, The Mexican, Married Man, Recipe, Bananas, Muffins, Banana Muffins, Raisin Bran, Bran Muffins, Cereal, Nuts, Almonds, Butterscotch, Breakfast, Brunch
Words make me wet.
Yes, sir, I’ve been using essays as my personal porn since I was around twelve years old, when I got my hands on an anthology of erotic lesbian writing. Having had little experience with flesh and blood boners, I didn’t notice the lack of cocks contained within the
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April 25, 2010
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Playboy, S.O., Dating, Adultery, Cheating, Booty Call, Fuck Buddies, Revenge, Culinary Therapy, Moving, Facebook, Technology, Foodbuzz, Recipe, Breakfast, Buns, Rolls, Caramel, Pecans, Raisins, Buttermilk, Buttermilk Cinnamon Raisin Pecan Rolls
Before I dive in, I must state: I have never had so little tolerance for mind fucking as I do at this moment. I’m moving this weekend, to a much smaller abode, which means I have to give up my dog (a big FU to all the “friends” and family who refused to
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April 4, 2010
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Playboy, Dating, Single Dads, Parenting, Technology, Facebook, Rebound, Fashion, Tattoos, Restaurants, Breakfast, Irish Eyes, Music, Californication, TV, David Duchovny, Recipe, Cake, Whipped Cream, Food Coloring, Bunny Cake, Easter, Most Popular Posts
It may be Holy Week according to the church calendar, but Man Eater just had the most sinful Easter weekend ever.
I want to tell this story seductively while still being discreet. Why? I could say it’s because the man of the moment is high profile. I could say it’s because he’
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March 28, 2010
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Books, Marry Him, Lori Gottlieb, Dating, Marriage, Divorce, Breakups, Parenting, Alpha, Beta, Recipe, Coffee Cake, Berries, Dough, Bread, Nuts, Pecans, Streusel, Whipped Cream, Breakfast, Brunch
Reasons women cite for breaking up with men:
* He loved me too much
* He wasn’t romantic enough
* He was so boring, he thought I was funny all the time
* He was too optimistic
* He was too pessimistic
* He didn’t have hair
* He had hair, but the wrong color (most often cited: blonde
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March 16, 2010
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Alcohol, Whisky, Dating, Men, Puck, Jail Bird, EconMan, The Mexican, Addiction, Recovery, TV, Television, Holiday, St. Patrick's Day, Irish, Family, Recipe, Bread Pudding, Breakfast, Brunch, Make-Ahead, Apples, Raisins, Cinnamon, Challah, Bread
You asked for it. Okay, perhaps not you, personally, but one of my readers challenged me to dedicate a post to why, if I don’t drink, I date so many men who do.
At first, I thought my reader was way off base.
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March 9, 2010
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Music, Brother Ali, Sex Toys, Dating, Slump Buster, Technology, Facebook, Recipe, Bread, Bananas, Chocolate, Breakfast, Dessert
Feelings, nothing more than feelings…
Or would you prefer “I can’t make you love me” by Bonnie Raitt? Don’t make me bust out the Coldplay!
Ok, ok, I’ll stop before you barf (and don’t you dare say “it ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings” ‘cause I haven’t
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March 6, 2010
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Slump Buster, Dating, Breakups, Writing, The-Rapist, Travel, Montreal, Canada, Quebec, Recipe, French Toast, Creme Brulee, Breakfast, Most Popular Posts
I guess it’s over…whatever “it” was.
The breakup with Slump Buster wasn’t a bash-you-in-the-knees a la Tonya Harding kind of shock; it was a chip-in-the-windshield-that-slowly-spreads kind of heartbreak. It was so subtle, I didn’t initially recognize my sadness as such. But the tell-tale signs of break-up mode were there: The
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March 4, 2010
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Slump Buster, Family, Dating, Travel, Technology, Texting, Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Babies, Health, TV, Television, The Office, Massage, Recipe, Caramel Pecan Buns, Sticky Buns, Buns, Nuts, Breakfast, Pastry, Dough, Bread
I know you wanna know.
And I’ll tell you…but before I do, I need to rewind to that Sunday (a.k.a. Day 28 of my cycle) when I asked (read: insisted) that Slump Buster give me a sexy send-off before my departure for Portland. He begrudgingly agreed, though failed to nail down
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February 25, 2010
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Travel, Portland, Eggs, Breakfast, Bagel, Cheese, Sandwich, Whole Foods, Grocery Stores, Writing, Man Eater, Slump Buster, VooDoo Doughnuts, Most Popular Posts
My second day in Portland was just as delicious as the first. On Tuesday morning, after working up a sweat (in the gym, not bed, unfortunately), I hit the streets of Stumptown to hunt down breakfast. I was ravenous, so when I turned the corner and saw the familiar Pita Pit, I almost settled
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February 8, 2010
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Slump Buster, Puck, Recipe, Doughnuts, Breakfast, Pastries, Chocolate, Toffee, Candy
Man Eater has met her match.
Slump Buster not only broke the dry spell, he’s broken my orgasmic high score. I’ve had more Big O’s in 2010 than most women do during the entire span of their marriages. I don’t keep score, but if I did…I would’ve lost count
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January 29, 2010
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Slump Buster, Jail Bird, EconMan, Shrink, Puck, Music, Books, Advice, Recipe, Pancakes, Blueberries, Blackberries, Fruit, Breakfast, Brunch
Was I too harsh in my last post? Blame it on my writing style. Third person plural can sound accusatory, so today I will stick to “I” statements. This is what was really going on inside my pretty little head:
At about 24 hours post slump-bust, the insecurity set in. A doom-and-gloom thought train thundered
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January 25, 2010
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Adultery, Fire Writer, Dreams, Dating, Restaurants, Books, Insatiable, Grilled Cheese, Recipe, Wild Rice, Porridge, Breakfast, Cereal, Cherries, Walnuts, Nuts, Dried Fruit, Apples, Cream
I imagine you're chomping at the bit for my juicy news, readers...but sports-ignorant me didn't factor in the recent Vikings game. Narcissistic as I may be, I won't pretend to compete with football. That tasty tidbit must wait until my Minnesotan audience pulls their attention away from the boob tube.
In the meantime,
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January 1, 2010
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Holiday, Irish Eyes, Dating, Men, Insatiable, Restaurants, Recipe, Eggnog, Pancakes, Breakfast, Eggnog Pancakes, Healthy
I am now convinced the granting of my Christmas wishes was not ignored, but simply delayed. Over the last few days, I’ve received more date invites than I did in all of 2009! I owe Santa some seriously delicious cookies.
And to my readers, I owe you this previously deleted post:
Irish Eyes was
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December 23, 2009
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Dating, Breakfast, Pancakes, Blueberries, Recipe
Man Eater is in hot pursuit...of the perfect pancake.
As I hinted in a previous post, I can see the light at the end of this long, celibate tunnel (a.k.a. my vagina). 2010 is going to be Man Eater’s year. As exciting as that is, it’s also scary. Man Eater
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December 21, 2009
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Running, Music, Cooking, Recipe, Bananas, Strawberries, Chocolate, Pancakes, Breakfast, Banana Split
Breakfast in bed is a foreign concept to me.
As an endurance athlete (and food lover who's gotta keep her muffin top in check), I try to be consistent with my workouts. Every day for the past six years, I've woken up, whipped off the nightgown, and slipped right into my itty bitty shorts
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December 16, 2009
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Travel, Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Love, Puck, Recipe, Cheese, Eggs, Bagels, Bread, Canadian Bacon, Breakfast
**Part of a week-long post on Man Eater's Montreal vacation**
DAY THREE
Today’s mission: to visit the infamous Fairmount Bagel Bakery (FBB), the birthplace of bagels in Montreal. They boast more than 20 flavors. They even invented the “Bozo” bagel (three bagels roped into one giant orb). In Man Eater’s mind, FBB is
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November 16, 2009
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Dating, Married Man, Recipe, Cherries, Crepes, Breakfast, Chocolate, Whipped Cream
You should be ashamed of yourselves. How dare you let this happen to me?!
Tomorrow marks one year since the last time I made bacon. (In bed, of course. It’s a daily occurrence in the kitchen!) I woke up this morning after only four hours of sleep with the unhappy anniversary on my
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October 29, 2009
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Match, Men, Dating, Puck, Mystery Man, Technology, Movies, Cooking, Baking, Recipe, Bacon, Apples, Chocolate, Candy, Breakfast, Dessert, Muffins, Stud Muffins, Dud Muffins
Man Eater has a live one on the line.
I knew this would happen. As soon as I informed Match.com that I would not be renewing my membership, two new e-mails popped up; the first too ridiculous to warrant a response (“I want to know the name of your book!” Uh-huh, I’ll
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October 28, 2009
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Facebook, Technology, Writing, Fire Writer, Books, Music, Apples, Pumpkin, Bread, Breakfast, Dessert, Cake, Crumb Cake
Crumbs. My specialty. I scatter ‘em left and right. Facebook was designed for clever insinuators like me!
The name of the game is “Coinkydink or Bread Crumb?” These are some of the recent exchanges between me and a certain someone. You be the judge:
I blog about running; his next status update is about
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October 3, 2009
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Aries, Burrito, Breakfast, Recipe, Travel
The recent rainy weather makes me hungry for New Mexico sunshine. And mountains. And men. Make that one man. Aries.
The morning after our mind-blowing one-night stand, Aries took me to The Bean to refuel before my flight home. I let Aries choose my entrée; after he placed the order, the cashier passed
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October 1, 2009
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My Little Indian, Dad, Recipe, Bread, Cinnamon, Cinnamon Rolls, Cinnabon, Buns, Breakfast, Brunch
As I’ve mentioned one or two or a million times, it’s been a while since…um…my doughnut was stuffed (I just found that phrase on Urban Dictionary. Luv it!)
Not that I haven’t had opportunities to get laid. I still have my mojo. I’m just being more selective about
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September 21, 2009
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Pumpkin Eater, Writing, Insatiable, Recipe, Eggs, Eggs Benedict, English Muffins, Breakfast
Several years ago, I was a non-degree seeking student in a prestigious MFA in Creative Writing program. Twenty-four hours before presenting my first polished piece to my classmates, I freaked. My peers were light years beyond me, literarily, and I desperately wanted desperately to impress them.
The menacing monster of self-doubt, Monkey Mind, started
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September 14, 2009
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Puck, Love, Insatiable, Recipe, Muffins, Peanut Butter, Bananas, Breakfast
It’s been five days since I sent the first hardcover copy of INSATIABLE to Puck. Included in the package was a card in which I poured my Pucking heart out about how I still have him under my skin two years post break-up.
His reaction? Nada. Nothing. Zip.
The sentiments expressed in the
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September 2, 2009
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Running, Music, Cooking, Recipe, Bananas, Strawberries, Chocolate, Pancakes, Breakfast, Banana Split
Breakfast in bed is a foreign concept to me.
As a marathon runner, I find the only way to be consistent with my workouts is to get up, whip off the nightgown, and slip right into my running gear. After a cup of coffee and an orange, I’m out the door. Lately, my
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August 28, 2009
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Spirituality, Braiser Babe, Mom, Cooking, Recipe, Baking, Scones, Strawberry, Bisquick, Breakfast
Believe it or not, I go to church occasionally (a girl’s gotta repent, after all). Even more incredible, I pay attention. One sermon I remember well is that life is a classroom and God, as the teacher, will continue to put you in the same situation over and over until you learn your
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August 19, 2009
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Intoxicating Artist, Adultery, Eating, Cooking, Mom, Music, Recipe, Breakfast, Bacon, Eggs, Bisquick, Most Popular Posts, Perfect Man Cake
“Open the window,” my 6-year-old, Hannah, said on the drive to the Dakota County fair on Sunday.
“Why?” I asked, cueing up our current favorite song, “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift.
“Because it’s good luck for Prince Charming.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said. “I think I’d scare
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August 15, 2009
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Intoxicating Artist, Cooking, Breakfast, Recipe
I haven’t kissed anyone in seven months. SEVEN MONTHS, people! I wonder if my lips even pucker anymore. The mouth is mostly muscle; is it possible mine could atrophy? The other day I smiled for no reason (actually, for a very good reason: I realized how blessed I was) and it felt like
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