Cornish Hen

This is my first Christmas alone, ever. I decided to harness this fact into an opportunity. I bought myself a bird that reminded of traditional Christmas – a Cornish Hen. The butcher told me that a Cornish Hen has more flavor than a chicken because its female.

This got me thinking…


I have something in common with this Hen. I have no problem with the “sacrifice” of being feasted on. You have discerning taste and never shy away from a little adventure. Its time to feast, but slowly. Taste with care. The unique complexity, burning into your brain.

The taste of my pussy.


I’m as much of an Epicurean as you are. But I will wait my turn.

Merry Christmas.

What I am listening to: Damien Rice ” Woman like a Man”

Published by The Pleasure Proseur

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