It’s Friday and I’m feeling mighty cointreauversial- so I decided to treat my baby with tempting delicatessen inspired by my favourite glamorous beverage.
Hedonistic plan consists of three phases:
1. enticing his taste buds with the infamous Cointreau spiced cake, 2. entirely spoiling him with Cointreau mousses and finally, 3. indulging his (ok, mine too) passion for fine liquor with Cointreaupolitans
It may seem too much for one evening, but we are true experts when it comes to burning calories ;)
Just look at this mouthwatering chocolate bliss!
Here’s the recipe for it I acquired from miss Lucie Bernardova:
COINTREAU SPICED CAKE
(1 cup = 200 ml)
1.5 cups of flour 1 cup of sugar 80 ml vegetable oil 250 ml milk 1 whole egg 2 tsp of unsweetened cocoa powder* 2 packs of chocolate custard powder 1 pack of baking powder ( cca 15 grams) spices measured by eye - cinnamon, nutmeg and clove (if you want just plain chocolate tasting cake, skip this, or to accompany the Cointreau icing, add a grated orange zest from 1 orange)
* I actually used the überdelicous hot chocolate powder (chilli-flavoured)
Mix everything together and pour into a cake tin. Bake at 180 C (fan oven) for approximately 50 minutes. When cooled cut in the middle, spread red currant (or your favorite) jam or jelly and put back together. Cover with this:
250 g of icing sugar 100 g melted butter 3 tsp of unsweetened cocoa powder 3 tsp of Cointreau
Melt the butter, add sugar and mix until you have a smooth paste-like mass. Add cocoa and Cointreau and mix well. It may seem a bit ‘runny’ so wait a bit for it to cool and then spread onto your lovely cake. This amount actually covers a much bigger cake, so end up licking the rest :-)
Despite being a huge fan of Chad Michael Ward, his latest collaboration with the current all-shock-no-substance flag-bearers of the industrial scene (no, not those German guys whose lyrical climax was a song about pussy) left a bitter taste of disappointment in my mouth. I expected a strikingly sexy, borderline disturbing visual nightmare with a fetishistic twist- oh how I hoped for a provocative eye candy that will haunt me in my wet dreams- still, it was nothing but wishful thinking. Instead, I spent five precious minutes on watching badly (un)dressed subjugated crackwhores getting abused by a bunch of thugs who could easily be confused for delinquent emo minors if it weren’t for the abundant tattoos (oh wait) and big guns, a very much needed phallic notion given their wuss-like appearance. Sexploitation at its worst.
Since my interest in Combichrist itself is so weak I actually played the video on mute, I feel no need to discuss their work, though I did stumble upon an interesting discussion of the band’s controversy that stirred up quite a few comments on what the author called the brave new era of misogyny.
Remember when artists employed angst to deliver intelligent criticism on societal devolution? Apparently, nowadays, devolution penetrated the very core of our personalities and is considered cool. So what the fuck should I do with that bitter taste in my mouth? Angsty Andy suggests I should shut up and swallow, but I’ll rather spit it out and post some of CMW’s best artwork:
Elaborate ritual of enticing one’s lust mastered by a skillful lover is in its essence equal to a performance delivered by a reputable actor. Role-defining costumes that facilitate transformation into a desired character, dramatic buildup of an intriguing narrative leading to a cathartic climax, pronounced usage of bodily features as means of expressing emotions - aren’t all of those present both in bedroom and on stage?
Nowadays that pussy, tits and basically any form of depraved porn are just a click away, I find full frontal nudity rather tiresome. So I reach to long-familiar symbols of femininity for assistance in becoming an irresistible femme fatale. Once I handpick the most appropriate outfit and get the rejected items from my collection of erotic apparel piled into an aggregate of sex appeal, I curiously examine my reflection in the mirror.
Sultry red lips, lustrous auburn waves and corsetted silhouette befitting a risque temptress will surely arouse my lover’s imagination. So will a hint of Shalimar on my decolletage, a perfect companion for delicate silk lingerie decorated with guipure lace. In a kittenish manner, I tease my eager body with gentle strokes, yearning to feel his hands on my thighs that are enfolded in a delicate layer of finest fully fashioned stockings. I shiver at the thought that my naughty prologue will soon come to an end, as soon as my lover joins me for another round of ecstatic interplay of our passion’s polarities. I’m completely intoxicated by the way he unleashes his sensuality, in his own unhurried pace. This orgasmic game of tease and denial makes me neither a winner nor a loser- it leaves me bare and filthy, yet as pure as never before- so I render my heart, mind and body to the only man who deserves it.
Since this post was meant to be about lingerie (sorry, I got carried away), below are some of the favs from my wishlist. However, I think that self confidence is the best secret weapon for mass seduction. 'Cause ultimately, it's my unabashed lust that wakes up the beast in him. Ultimately, it’s the intensity of his love released in a storm of insatiable desire that makes me feel like a sex goddess.
Turbulent is a severe understatement when it comes to describing past two weeks of my life. I know there are quite a few curious boys and girls out there wondering what the hell happened to me, but that question will remain unanswered. Not for the sake of secrecy, simply due to the lack of comprehension. Only yesterday I was struggling with personal demons whose haunting voices stopped me from fully grasping the meaning of this amazing chain of events. Today I say fuck them, I’m sick of constant fear and doubt. The truth is, if it weren’t for you, there’d be no meaning in this life changing hurricane, just as if it weren’t for my supportive friends, I wouldn’t be able to endure the pressure of not crumbling to pieces. Now that I look back, it was all worthwhile. ‘Cause that’s how life goes- chaos feeds on chaos, but chaos breeds balance too. Instead of separating us, those extreme events created a superior bond that cannot be denied. I never expected recreating heaven to be easy anyway.
That night… You came back for your woman. Instead of saving me from the dragon, you let me slay the beast myself, then set me on a throne in your fake empire.
So here we are, the King and his Queen ruling together for a week that went by so quickly, almost unnoticed. How swiftly you stripped me of all my sorrows and blinded me with purest affection. You gave a brand new beat to my heartbeat, so intense that your voice, kisses and love are echoing throughout my whole being. What more could I ask for? What more could I offer but all my love and devotion for as long as you want me in your life? I once made a promise to keep you the happiest man alive, so let me put a smile on that cute face of yours with this intimate collection of unforgettable memories…