Mika Jolie | Recipe Sharing β Linguine and Clam Sauce by Dean Conrad Morello
Every man should have a secret dish he can cook to knock a womanβs panties off.
Imagine this. Tonightβs the BIG date at your place. Date #3. The money date. The
date where you and your date either screw your brains out, or move on to someone
new. A lot of pressure, a lot of performance anxiety. Any little mistake could
spell disaster. All of your charms (and ab work) would have been for naught.
That said, there's a few hard and fast rules that need to be followed.
Clean up your place. If youβre too lazy to do it, call in a cleaning
service. Generally speaking, chicks hate to use a bathroom with piss stains on
the toilet seat. Light some candles. If you're a man, not living with Mom,
there's at least a 79.3% chance your place smells like beer, farts, and cigar
smoke.
Change the sheets. Ever see a chickβs bed? Twenty-five pillows, shams
(whatever the fuck that is), and a comforter cover from Anthropologie. Case
closed.
Rub one out. You have to clean the pipes before the big night. Trust
me on this one, youβll actually have an interesting conversation without
thinking about having sex every 15 to 30 seconds.
You'll have a couple options. I like Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain.
It sets the mood without trying too hard. Remember, if she sees the trap, she'll
bolt, so play it smooth. Be that cool guy, cooking dinner and hanging out.
Better yet, give her your phone and ask HER to put on some music. Itβs a
subliminal way to show her you have nothing to hide, also, that way she gets to
see your eclectic taste. (Remember to download various genre) AND she might just
tip her hand. If she puts on Kenny G, you know it's going to be a difficult
road. But, if she puts on Otis Reading!!!! Bow chicky bow bow. It's on.
Cook linguini and white clam sauce. Let me preface, itβs best to lay
the groundwork for her future destruction on the first date. Mention cooking
linguini and white clam sauce. If she says, βclams make my throat swell closed,β
make something else. But usually they'll say, βI love clam sauce.β That's when
you give your most flirtatious smile and reply, βperhaps someday I'll cook for
you.β
What you need
2 dozen little neck clams
1 head of roasted garlic
1 cup good quality dry white wine
1/2 pound cold butter, cubed
chopped parsley
chopped parsley
Red pepper flakes
Before she arrives:
Cook pasta until slightly harder than al dente. Rinse with cold water and put aside.
Steam clams in white wine, separate out the liquid through a cheese cloth.
(Donβt skip this step, nothing kills romance like sandy sauce). Set it aside.
Roast Garlic: cut the top off of the head of garlic. Drizzle with olive oil and
salt. Wrap on aluminum foil and roast at 400 degrees for 45 minutes or until
tender. The cloves should pop out easily.
When she arrives:
Pour her a glass of wine. Casually mention youβre just finishing up dinner.
Trust me, she's watching you cook, and she's getting wet.
According to the law of attraction, women and men canβt be friends.
Contrary to this myth, my friendship with Coriander Phillips does not rest on
unrequited love or un-actualized lust. Weβve been inseparable since the day I
pulled one of her pigtails and she punched me in the gut.
Sheβs hilarious, fun to hang out with. Together, weβre like peanut butter and
jelly, spaghetti and meatballs, wings and beer. A match made in heaven.
Sheβs the bomb.
Did I mention sheβs smokinβ hot? Iβve checked her outβ¦maybe once or twice.
Hey, Iβm a guy.
Seriously, no awkwardness, no secret yearning for our relationship to
escalate beyond the purely platonic. Iβm the boy friendβthe loyal shoulder she
cries on, the dispenser of coffee, sympathy, hugs, advice, and affection with no
expectations.
Until the invisible line between friends and lovers became blurry.
Now I want more. I want her.
All I have to do is convince her we can be more than friends.
Mika Jolie lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaosβher husband and their
energizer bunnies. A sports fanatic and a wine aficionado, sheβs determined to
balance it all and still write about life experiences and matters of the heart.
Letβs face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When sheβs not
weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking
adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.
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