Barefoot Confessa part 3
She quickly stripped her button down shirt, put it straight into a silver flip top garbage can, and put on an identical pressed navy button down shirt. She moved quickly as she possibly could to the back garden.
20 minutes later when she got to the back garden there was Miguel, visibly shaking . She stood face to face with him. It felt like minutes of silence before he said anything.
He whispered, "I'm not here to make you a tablescape-" Before he could go on he felt the cold hard sting of the back of her hand across his face. Her wedding ring left a deep cut in the side of his cheek. "You know that word drives me crazy." She pointed with her impeccably manicured (nude translucent polish-- Jeffery's favorite color) index finger with every syllable.
Inside the kitchen the oven timer sounded.
"Miguel, look. Lets just go inside. I've got two plumb cake tatins baking. And I'm about to start today's batch of Outrageous Brownies. So lets not fuck around, 'aight?". She then smiled and caressed his uncut cheek.
"There, there. I wouldn't hurtchya. Now follow me inside"
Inside she watched her three types of good imported chocolate melt slowly over a double boiler. She loves melting chocolate, making it succumb to the heat and the paddle, watching the butter slowly incorperate. It makes her feel, in control. "Ina.... Ina!", Miguel broke her from her revere. "I need to tell you.... that... " She lifted one eybrow as she combined the other ingredients.
"The coffee, miguel, the instant coffee I add gives this a real depth of
flavor."
"Ina this is important", Miguel pleaded. She continued, not looking
up, to add the dry ingredients spilling the mixture on the imported green marble counter Jeffery found in Italy on one of his many business trips. "You know what is important Miguel?" To give your 11x17 pan a rap against the counter it gets rid of the air bubbles".
"This is about Jeffery... " Ina rapped the pan so hard when she heard his name, batter flipped onto her shirt. "NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!", she shrieked.
"Ina... no ... please Ina.. you need to calm down."
But, she couldn't.
20 minutes later when she got to the back garden there was Miguel, visibly shaking . She stood face to face with him. It felt like minutes of silence before he said anything.
He whispered, "I'm not here to make you a tablescape-" Before he could go on he felt the cold hard sting of the back of her hand across his face. Her wedding ring left a deep cut in the side of his cheek. "You know that word drives me crazy." She pointed with her impeccably manicured (nude translucent polish-- Jeffery's favorite color) index finger with every syllable.
Inside the kitchen the oven timer sounded.
"Miguel, look. Lets just go inside. I've got two plumb cake tatins baking. And I'm about to start today's batch of Outrageous Brownies. So lets not fuck around, 'aight?". She then smiled and caressed his uncut cheek.
"There, there. I wouldn't hurtchya. Now follow me inside"
Inside she watched her three types of good imported chocolate melt slowly over a double boiler. She loves melting chocolate, making it succumb to the heat and the paddle, watching the butter slowly incorperate. It makes her feel, in control. "Ina.... Ina!", Miguel broke her from her revere. "I need to tell you.... that... " She lifted one eybrow as she combined the other ingredients.
"The coffee, miguel, the instant coffee I add gives this a real depth of
flavor."
"Ina this is important", Miguel pleaded. She continued, not looking
up, to add the dry ingredients spilling the mixture on the imported green marble counter Jeffery found in Italy on one of his many business trips. "You know what is important Miguel?" To give your 11x17 pan a rap against the counter it gets rid of the air bubbles".
"This is about Jeffery... " Ina rapped the pan so hard when she heard his name, batter flipped onto her shirt. "NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!", she shrieked.
"Ina... no ... please Ina.. you need to calm down."
But, she couldn't.
Labels: Barefoot Confessa
posted by Noah at 6/18/2007 11:47:00 AM
6 Comments:
ohhhhhit is getting juicy!
lol can u make this porn or sumthin
with rapechel ray & e.v.o.o.
bodice-ripper etc (?)
obviously once we finish reading her book, you must have her on your show.
This is written by Chargenda and Noah? Who's Chargenda
He wrote part 2, but i think he's over it already. He's one of my besties in chicago.
this is effing hilarious!!!! as she slaps him upon hearing "tablescape." priceless. I'd like to see her give Sandra Lee five across the eyes as well...
-Lisa
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