I’m making an effort not to appear submissive. Our daily routine remains much the same. I still make her breakfast and dinner, and I still do most of the household duties.
The weekend argument is forgotten and we are happy once more. The difference is that I don’t place any expectations on her. If she chooses to “reward” me in some small way, that’s entirely her initiative.
This is the way I should have allowed things to progress from the start.
If there’s any advice I can give others who wish to embark on a Female Led lifestyle, it’s this:
Just do things for your wife. Don’t expect anything in return.
Don’t raise the topic of Femdom. Show her the benefits of this lifestyle by example. Serve her more each day but don’t place any pressure on her.
I think V is subconsciously starting to accept our new roles. She’s beginning to see me as her servant and she seems comfortable with that – at the moment.
If I ever detect any hesitation on her part, I back off. I’ll engage her in a conversation about politics, current affairs, her career, her future goals – whatever. But the important thing is to maintain her interest in me as an intelligent individual – not as a slavish puppy dog.
So it seems she is taking to me serving her. She enjoys that aspect of our relationship. But she also wants me to think for myself, stand up for myself and appear as her equal in all other things.
In time, I’m sure, the dynamics of our new roles will sink into her psyche and she’ll genuinely see me as her inferior. She’ll embrace her newfound authority over me and this lifestyle will become perfectly normal. But I have to let HER grow into this role without my encouragement; on her terms, in her own good time.
In the meanwhile, I just try to make her life as comfortable as possible.
This morning, before leaving for work, I changed the bed linen and put on a crisp, white bedcover, white sheets and pillowcases. I then went down to the local shopping strip and bought six long-stemmed red roses. I put these on the pillows as a surprise when she arrives home from work tonight.
Secretly I’m still reading Elise Sutton’s book “Female Domination”. But I don’t do so openly, and I don’t leave the book around where V can see it. I don’t want to remind V of terms like Femdom. I don’t want to associate our new lifestyle with any expectations on her part.
Take it slowly. That’s the hardest thing for me, but it’s the only thing I can do.
Besides, over the past week or so I HAVE been topping from the bottom, I HAVE been pressuring her, making demands on her. I’ve been extremely selfish. I’ve been manipulative to achieve my own personal desires and, indirectly, I’ve been the one who has dominated our relationship.
This is simply not acceptable. Nor is it workable. No wonder we’ve got off to such a bad start.
It’s little wonder V has been confused and exasperated. On the one hand she’s expected to be in charge, to give me orders. On the other hand there’s this expectation on her to behave in a certain way, to provide certain gratifications.
I should expect no reward. I should not EXPECT at all!
It seems I’m finally learning.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Small Steps
Tonight we were lying on the couch watching TV. Well, V was lying and I was sitting next to her. Then, without saying anything, she lay her feet on my crotch. I took up the cue and started massaging her ankles, toes and arches. After about 15 minutes she said “don’t stop. That feels great. Then she said “I think I’ll keep you”.
That’s all. Small steps.
That’s all. Small steps.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
My Wife
I submitted this post yesterday but decided to withdraw it shortly after. I'm still not totally sure that I should publish it and I've modified it slightly. Anyway, here it is:
I’m coming to the conclusion that this blog is an expression of my thoughts for other readers as well as for myself.
Because of that I need to explain V, who she is and what she means to me.
In an attempt to respect her anonymity, from now on I’ll avoid any further reference to her identity. Her name will be “V” and I’ll edit previous posts to ensure her anonymity is respected (also in case I choose to show her this blog site in the future).
V is a senior school teacher specializing in textiles, fashion design and photography. She’s highly motivated and has an excellent rapport with her students. She puts in long hours and sometimes resents the fact that she earns less income than I do, despite the fact she works twice as hard.
V has a great eye for fashion. In fact, she’s about to embark on a career in the fashion industry, having decided to take a year off from teaching, which is the only career she’s ever had (more about her fashion career later).
She’s always buying international fashion magazines and has an excellent eye for future trends. While her wardrobe is mainly black, brown and taupe, she has an uncanny ability to combine most of her items to create a striking effect.
Perhaps I should describe V’s physical features. I’m writing this on an impulse and perhaps I’ll withdraw it as soon as it’s published.
V is 5 feet 10 inches tall (178 centimetres) which is 2 inches taller than I am without her high heels. She has natural strawberry blonde hair (white blonde in Summer) with blue eyes.
Anyway, the point is V is a stunning woman who attracts the attention of many men. She’s fit, trim and works out at the gym. Her nose is small and upturned and she has chubby round cheeks with dimples. She has large breasts and has often suggested she would like a breast reduction (because they’re so heavy) but so far I’ve been able to convince her not to. She has beautiful light pink nipples which almost blend in to her pearly white breasts. Her tummy and hips are to die for. Her ass is also round and large. A Rubenesque ass I think. Not fat or dimpled but firm and round.
God I love that ass!
She has long, long legs (which accounts for her height) and usually wears stiletto heels. That means she towers above me (4 inches at least) which I find alluring, being the submissive I am.
I love V so much. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me. She has a way of drawing in people she meets. She’s fun, flirtatious, with a bubbly although somewhat scatty personality. She is very intelligent and has a natural ability to set people at ease (perhaps it’s the teacher in her). She’s a perfectionist at work and achieves outstanding results for her students. A high achiever, you could say.
She’s extremely emotional and fiery by nature. She’s quick to express her opinions and her strong sense of justice. V is unable to hide her emotions. She’s mentally incapable of keeping her thoughts to herself and is often embroiled in arguments about politics, social injustices and prejudices.
She knows how to tell a good story and to play an audience. She’ll play the “dumb blonde” to great effect if the moment suits her, but her intelligence and knowledge of current affairs is astute. She’s a consummate reader of newspapers, magazines and books and prefers television documentaries and news to movies and sitcoms.
V loves international travel and spent two years working in some of the toughest underprivileged schools in London.
That about sums V up, but of course I’m biased. I love her and need her and I’m often in awe of her. She’s most certainly my superior. I just wish she saw it that way!
I’m coming to the conclusion that this blog is an expression of my thoughts for other readers as well as for myself.
Because of that I need to explain V, who she is and what she means to me.
In an attempt to respect her anonymity, from now on I’ll avoid any further reference to her identity. Her name will be “V” and I’ll edit previous posts to ensure her anonymity is respected (also in case I choose to show her this blog site in the future).
V is a senior school teacher specializing in textiles, fashion design and photography. She’s highly motivated and has an excellent rapport with her students. She puts in long hours and sometimes resents the fact that she earns less income than I do, despite the fact she works twice as hard.
V has a great eye for fashion. In fact, she’s about to embark on a career in the fashion industry, having decided to take a year off from teaching, which is the only career she’s ever had (more about her fashion career later).
She’s always buying international fashion magazines and has an excellent eye for future trends. While her wardrobe is mainly black, brown and taupe, she has an uncanny ability to combine most of her items to create a striking effect.
Perhaps I should describe V’s physical features. I’m writing this on an impulse and perhaps I’ll withdraw it as soon as it’s published.
V is 5 feet 10 inches tall (178 centimetres) which is 2 inches taller than I am without her high heels. She has natural strawberry blonde hair (white blonde in Summer) with blue eyes.
Anyway, the point is V is a stunning woman who attracts the attention of many men. She’s fit, trim and works out at the gym. Her nose is small and upturned and she has chubby round cheeks with dimples. She has large breasts and has often suggested she would like a breast reduction (because they’re so heavy) but so far I’ve been able to convince her not to. She has beautiful light pink nipples which almost blend in to her pearly white breasts. Her tummy and hips are to die for. Her ass is also round and large. A Rubenesque ass I think. Not fat or dimpled but firm and round.
God I love that ass!
She has long, long legs (which accounts for her height) and usually wears stiletto heels. That means she towers above me (4 inches at least) which I find alluring, being the submissive I am.
I love V so much. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me. She has a way of drawing in people she meets. She’s fun, flirtatious, with a bubbly although somewhat scatty personality. She is very intelligent and has a natural ability to set people at ease (perhaps it’s the teacher in her). She’s a perfectionist at work and achieves outstanding results for her students. A high achiever, you could say.
She’s extremely emotional and fiery by nature. She’s quick to express her opinions and her strong sense of justice. V is unable to hide her emotions. She’s mentally incapable of keeping her thoughts to herself and is often embroiled in arguments about politics, social injustices and prejudices.
She knows how to tell a good story and to play an audience. She’ll play the “dumb blonde” to great effect if the moment suits her, but her intelligence and knowledge of current affairs is astute. She’s a consummate reader of newspapers, magazines and books and prefers television documentaries and news to movies and sitcoms.
V loves international travel and spent two years working in some of the toughest underprivileged schools in London.
That about sums V up, but of course I’m biased. I love her and need her and I’m often in awe of her. She’s most certainly my superior. I just wish she saw it that way!
Playing with Fire
I’ve come to a crossroad and our relationship is in a precarious position.
Two weeks ago I ordered Elise Sutton’s book “Female Domination” from America. It arrived in a brown cardboard wrapper on Friday. It’s somewhat larger than I’d imagined it to be – about 300 pages.
Anyway, I started reading it when I got home from work. V was having a rest in the bedroom.
Chapter Two of Ms Sutton’s book is titled “The Superior Sex”. This chapter talks about women possessing the greater strengths – intellectually, emotionally, spiritually and sexually. Her premise is supported by convincing scientific and social research.
By all accounts, it provides an indisputable argument that women are indeed the superior sex and that it’s only a short matter of time before females ascend to the topmost positions of authority in business and politics.
I thought this chapter might appeal to V, particularly some of the research results.
I was wrong.
It seems as though the book itself triggered an eruption in V’s mind. The cover of the book displaying an erotic leather-clad woman didn’t help improve her perception.
“I don’t want to read that stuff.
“This is going too far. I give an inch and you want a mile.
“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want! I want a normal relationship.
“I want to make my own cup of tea. I want to do things for myself.
“What’s happened to the man I married? You’ve turned into a mindless, obsessed moron. That’s not who I fell in love with!”
This is dangerous territory. What’s wrong with me? I’m normally very perceptive. I can normally read people’s reasoning. In business I survive on intuition.
Is my personality changing? Perhaps it is. During the past few weeks, since I’ve become totally self-absorbed with a FLR, I’ve become less socially interactive. I’m no longer interested in small-talk conversation at work. I’m less inclined to seek interaction with friends.
I’ve taken one step forward and now two steps back. Christ, I wish I knew someone who I could confide in, someone who could help guide me through this process. I know there are hundreds of internet sites which provide all sorts of help, but that’s not the same as just talking to someone you trust. And the person I trust most of all, namely my wife, I can’t talk to!
It’s time to back off. My marriage is riding on what I do next. Time to take a deep breath. Let things calm down.
Maybe I’ll show her this blog site. No, not yet. This is my therapy, my refuge. At the moment this is just for me.
In the meantime I’ll surf the net, read other blogs, interact online. Maybe I’ll find some sense in all of this.
Two weeks ago I ordered Elise Sutton’s book “Female Domination” from America. It arrived in a brown cardboard wrapper on Friday. It’s somewhat larger than I’d imagined it to be – about 300 pages.
Anyway, I started reading it when I got home from work. V was having a rest in the bedroom.
Chapter Two of Ms Sutton’s book is titled “The Superior Sex”. This chapter talks about women possessing the greater strengths – intellectually, emotionally, spiritually and sexually. Her premise is supported by convincing scientific and social research.
By all accounts, it provides an indisputable argument that women are indeed the superior sex and that it’s only a short matter of time before females ascend to the topmost positions of authority in business and politics.
I thought this chapter might appeal to V, particularly some of the research results.
I was wrong.
It seems as though the book itself triggered an eruption in V’s mind. The cover of the book displaying an erotic leather-clad woman didn’t help improve her perception.
“I don’t want to read that stuff.
“This is going too far. I give an inch and you want a mile.
“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want! I want a normal relationship.
“I want to make my own cup of tea. I want to do things for myself.
“What’s happened to the man I married? You’ve turned into a mindless, obsessed moron. That’s not who I fell in love with!”
This is dangerous territory. What’s wrong with me? I’m normally very perceptive. I can normally read people’s reasoning. In business I survive on intuition.
Is my personality changing? Perhaps it is. During the past few weeks, since I’ve become totally self-absorbed with a FLR, I’ve become less socially interactive. I’m no longer interested in small-talk conversation at work. I’m less inclined to seek interaction with friends.
I’ve taken one step forward and now two steps back. Christ, I wish I knew someone who I could confide in, someone who could help guide me through this process. I know there are hundreds of internet sites which provide all sorts of help, but that’s not the same as just talking to someone you trust. And the person I trust most of all, namely my wife, I can’t talk to!
It’s time to back off. My marriage is riding on what I do next. Time to take a deep breath. Let things calm down.
Maybe I’ll show her this blog site. No, not yet. This is my therapy, my refuge. At the moment this is just for me.
In the meantime I’ll surf the net, read other blogs, interact online. Maybe I’ll find some sense in all of this.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Living the Dream
It’s been a week now since my last post and things have improved dramatically.
Following my previous conversation with V on December 5, I decided to write her a letter, outlining my thoughts on the subject of a Female-Led Marriage (see below) and whether our relationship was strong enough to embrace this lifestyle in some form at least.
Her response was more than I dared to hope for. Provided I didn’t “top from the bottom” she’d consent to such a relationship!
In fact, she was so moved by my letter that she expressed a desire to “nurture” the submissive side of my nature.
With my input, she wrote me a list of tasks she demands I now perform and behavior she expects from me at all times.
This includes ALL domestic duties.
Mornings begin with the following responsibilities: Before she wakes, I am to place a newspaper on the dining room table with freshly squeezed fruit or vegetable juice and a cup of tea. I am then to prepare her breakfast of fruit and yoghurt and only then am I to wake her.
Before leaving for work I am to clean the kitchen, make the bed, tidy up the living room and take out the trash.
In addition, I wash the clothes, hang them on the line, fold and pack them away. I do all the grocery shopping. She decides what we are to eat each night and I am to prepare all meals and clean up afterwards.
I’m expected to do all the dusting, vacuuming and polishing. Once a week I will clean the entire house and do the gardening.
Of course, I fetch any item she desires (a cup of tea, magazines, her slippers, small snacks etc) and will do all incidental tasks that are required (eg. write and post the Christmas cards).
Personally, I enjoy golden showers and ass worship – that’s just me.
V said that if I performed my set duties as demanded, she would urinate on me on a regular basis and allow me to lick her bottom each night while she watched TV on the couch. This was to be my special reward.
In addition, she would regularly remind me I was her servant and that she was my superior. I am to thank her whenever she sets me a task. She’s never to thank me for any task I perform. A common phrase of hers over the past week has been “You’re becoming a good little servant. Make sure you do better because Mistress deserves better.”
It’s the only time she refers to herself as Mistress, She won’t allow me to call her by that title, although she doesn’t object if I sometimes call her Miss or Princess.
Of course, it’s occurred to me that V has surreptitiously decided to set me a daunting list of tasks in the hope I’ll lose interest in this type of arrangement. I haven’t, and it appears to me she is rather enjoying her newly acquired role as Queen of the household.
It’s been a week since we’ve adopted the above routine and last night, after a very busy day at work, I must admit I was feeling more than a little worn-out. In fact, it was a struggle to rekindle my desire to serve at her beck-and-call.
Then, she said to me “such a good little servant. You make me very happy. Come and lick my bottom. There, that's where you belong."
And all of a sudden I was in seventh heaven!
Following my previous conversation with V on December 5, I decided to write her a letter, outlining my thoughts on the subject of a Female-Led Marriage (see below) and whether our relationship was strong enough to embrace this lifestyle in some form at least.
Her response was more than I dared to hope for. Provided I didn’t “top from the bottom” she’d consent to such a relationship!
In fact, she was so moved by my letter that she expressed a desire to “nurture” the submissive side of my nature.
With my input, she wrote me a list of tasks she demands I now perform and behavior she expects from me at all times.
This includes ALL domestic duties.
Mornings begin with the following responsibilities: Before she wakes, I am to place a newspaper on the dining room table with freshly squeezed fruit or vegetable juice and a cup of tea. I am then to prepare her breakfast of fruit and yoghurt and only then am I to wake her.
Before leaving for work I am to clean the kitchen, make the bed, tidy up the living room and take out the trash.
In addition, I wash the clothes, hang them on the line, fold and pack them away. I do all the grocery shopping. She decides what we are to eat each night and I am to prepare all meals and clean up afterwards.
I’m expected to do all the dusting, vacuuming and polishing. Once a week I will clean the entire house and do the gardening.
Of course, I fetch any item she desires (a cup of tea, magazines, her slippers, small snacks etc) and will do all incidental tasks that are required (eg. write and post the Christmas cards).
Personally, I enjoy golden showers and ass worship – that’s just me.
V said that if I performed my set duties as demanded, she would urinate on me on a regular basis and allow me to lick her bottom each night while she watched TV on the couch. This was to be my special reward.
In addition, she would regularly remind me I was her servant and that she was my superior. I am to thank her whenever she sets me a task. She’s never to thank me for any task I perform. A common phrase of hers over the past week has been “You’re becoming a good little servant. Make sure you do better because Mistress deserves better.”
It’s the only time she refers to herself as Mistress, She won’t allow me to call her by that title, although she doesn’t object if I sometimes call her Miss or Princess.
Of course, it’s occurred to me that V has surreptitiously decided to set me a daunting list of tasks in the hope I’ll lose interest in this type of arrangement. I haven’t, and it appears to me she is rather enjoying her newly acquired role as Queen of the household.
It’s been a week since we’ve adopted the above routine and last night, after a very busy day at work, I must admit I was feeling more than a little worn-out. In fact, it was a struggle to rekindle my desire to serve at her beck-and-call.
Then, she said to me “such a good little servant. You make me very happy. Come and lick my bottom. There, that's where you belong."
And all of a sudden I was in seventh heaven!
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
A Detailed Discussion
Yesterday was my birthday.
V asked if I’d like to go out for dinner. I said I’d rather cook a special meal at home (see recipe below) followed by a light play session.
After dinner she re-raised the topic of a Female-Led Marriage. She said she was willing to look at the pages I’d printed from various web sites. We discussed the content in some detail.
Let me express some of V’s concerns:
Firstly, she sees very little in this lifestyle of value to the wife. Most of the literature talks about the husband doing a greater share of domestic duties and pleasing the wife in bed, while being denied regular physical release himself. This doesn’t do anything for V.
Sure, she enjoys it if I do more around the house. But that’s what she expects from a modern day marriage. She no more respects a matriarchal marriage than she does a patriarchal one. To her, marriage should be about both partners supporting each other; helping each other around the house, treating each other with respect, living and communicating as two equals.
She’s concerned that her personality will change if she allows me to serve at her beck and call. She feels she’ll become more self-centered, spoilt, lazy, demanding, and that’s not who she wants to be.
V believes most of the information on this subject is written by men, for men. It’s about men’s desires to be dominated and how women can be manipulated to accommodate those desires.
She believes it’s emotionally draining for a woman to be regularly required to keep the submissive partner in a state of erotic stimulation or expectation. It’s an unrealistic day-to-day lifestyle which works to destroy the cherished principles of marriage; namely to love, honor and respect.
Having said that, V understands and accepts my submissive side. In many respects, she values the caring, sensitive, feminine (not feminized) part of my personality. This is part of what she finds endearing in our relationship.
During our discussions I apologized that my obsessions had added a complication to our relationship. I suggested that perhaps we could gradually build on the aspects of our relationship we enjoyed.
Would she feel comfortable with me taking over more of the household responsibilities?
Yes, within moderation. But don’t make it seem like there’s an expectation in return.
Would she enjoy regular back and foot massages?
Yes, I’d always welcome a massage, but do it because you want to and not because it’s part of a game.
Could I buy her special treats or tributes?
Yes, but only on occasions otherwise they won’t seem special.
Given my deep-seated desire to be her servant as well as her partner, could she accept and nurture that deep-seated need?
Yes, I’ll try but don’t expect me to constantly “acknowledge” it.
In other words, V is happy to gradually incorporate my subservient desires into our daily relationship on the understanding that she’s doing this for me, not for her satisfaction. She will “accommodate” female authority provided I don’t put undue pressure on her.
I believe we have made significant progress since the weekend. The point is to take things slowly – not to overwhelm her.
I’m conscious that, if I push too hard, V will lose her respect for me as an individual. And that would DESTROY our relationship.
RECIPE:
Salmon fillets with green apple salad
Ingredients:
½ teaspoon salt
2 salmon fillets (or cutlets)
1 green apple, sliced into “matchsticks”
1 red onion, sliced thinly
1 cup loosely packed fresh mint leaves
½ cup loosely packed fresh coriander leaves
¼ cup lemon juice
½ cup roasted unsalted cashews
Palm sugar dressing:
1/3 cup grated palm sugar (or brown caster sugar)
2 tablespoons fish sauce
2 teaspoons grated ginger
Preparation
1. Sprinkle salt evenly over fish. Cook fish medium-high heat on oiled grill plate (or barbecue) until browned both sides and cooked as desired.
2. Meanwhile, combine apple, onions, mint, coriander and juice in large bowl; pour over half the palm sugar dressing, toss to combine. Divide fish among serving plates; top with salad, then cashews. Drizzle remaining dressing over fish.
Palm sugar dressing
Combine ingredients in small saucepan; bring to boil. Remove from heat; strain. Cool before using.
Tips:
Roast cashew nuts in a large heavy-base frying pan, stirring, until the cashews are fragrant. Stir them constantly when roasting because they can burn and become unpalatable very quickly.
Don’t slice the apples until you’re ready to toss with the dressing because they’ll brown when exposed to the air.
V asked if I’d like to go out for dinner. I said I’d rather cook a special meal at home (see recipe below) followed by a light play session.
After dinner she re-raised the topic of a Female-Led Marriage. She said she was willing to look at the pages I’d printed from various web sites. We discussed the content in some detail.
Let me express some of V’s concerns:
Firstly, she sees very little in this lifestyle of value to the wife. Most of the literature talks about the husband doing a greater share of domestic duties and pleasing the wife in bed, while being denied regular physical release himself. This doesn’t do anything for V.
Sure, she enjoys it if I do more around the house. But that’s what she expects from a modern day marriage. She no more respects a matriarchal marriage than she does a patriarchal one. To her, marriage should be about both partners supporting each other; helping each other around the house, treating each other with respect, living and communicating as two equals.
She’s concerned that her personality will change if she allows me to serve at her beck and call. She feels she’ll become more self-centered, spoilt, lazy, demanding, and that’s not who she wants to be.
V believes most of the information on this subject is written by men, for men. It’s about men’s desires to be dominated and how women can be manipulated to accommodate those desires.
She believes it’s emotionally draining for a woman to be regularly required to keep the submissive partner in a state of erotic stimulation or expectation. It’s an unrealistic day-to-day lifestyle which works to destroy the cherished principles of marriage; namely to love, honor and respect.
Having said that, V understands and accepts my submissive side. In many respects, she values the caring, sensitive, feminine (not feminized) part of my personality. This is part of what she finds endearing in our relationship.
During our discussions I apologized that my obsessions had added a complication to our relationship. I suggested that perhaps we could gradually build on the aspects of our relationship we enjoyed.
Would she feel comfortable with me taking over more of the household responsibilities?
Yes, within moderation. But don’t make it seem like there’s an expectation in return.
Would she enjoy regular back and foot massages?
Yes, I’d always welcome a massage, but do it because you want to and not because it’s part of a game.
Could I buy her special treats or tributes?
Yes, but only on occasions otherwise they won’t seem special.
Given my deep-seated desire to be her servant as well as her partner, could she accept and nurture that deep-seated need?
Yes, I’ll try but don’t expect me to constantly “acknowledge” it.
In other words, V is happy to gradually incorporate my subservient desires into our daily relationship on the understanding that she’s doing this for me, not for her satisfaction. She will “accommodate” female authority provided I don’t put undue pressure on her.
I believe we have made significant progress since the weekend. The point is to take things slowly – not to overwhelm her.
I’m conscious that, if I push too hard, V will lose her respect for me as an individual. And that would DESTROY our relationship.
RECIPE:
Salmon fillets with green apple salad
Ingredients:
½ teaspoon salt
2 salmon fillets (or cutlets)
1 green apple, sliced into “matchsticks”
1 red onion, sliced thinly
1 cup loosely packed fresh mint leaves
½ cup loosely packed fresh coriander leaves
¼ cup lemon juice
½ cup roasted unsalted cashews
Palm sugar dressing:
1/3 cup grated palm sugar (or brown caster sugar)
2 tablespoons fish sauce
2 teaspoons grated ginger
Preparation
1. Sprinkle salt evenly over fish. Cook fish medium-high heat on oiled grill plate (or barbecue) until browned both sides and cooked as desired.
2. Meanwhile, combine apple, onions, mint, coriander and juice in large bowl; pour over half the palm sugar dressing, toss to combine. Divide fish among serving plates; top with salad, then cashews. Drizzle remaining dressing over fish.
Palm sugar dressing
Combine ingredients in small saucepan; bring to boil. Remove from heat; strain. Cool before using.
Tips:
Roast cashew nuts in a large heavy-base frying pan, stirring, until the cashews are fragrant. Stir them constantly when roasting because they can burn and become unpalatable very quickly.
Don’t slice the apples until you’re ready to toss with the dressing because they’ll brown when exposed to the air.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Bad Timing
I think I've blown it!
Subconsciously I knew now wasn't the right time to raise the subject with V.
She's been under a lot of work pressure the past couple of weeks. As a teacher this is a busy time leading up to the end of the year - marking assignments and report writing. She's been working at home every night to meet deadlines.
I guess my revelation about a Female-Led Relationship was the last thing she needed to hear.
Her immediate reaction was fairly hostile. "Go and see a psychologist" or "Sort your head out. It's destroying our relationship" were some of her responses.
I'd printed off the pages of several sites in the hope that she'd read them. Not a good move!
Of course we argued. "It's all about you." "It's all about your fantasies." "If you really loved me, you wouldn't put this presure on me." "If you really wanted to do things for me, you'd do them without expecting anything in return."
Fairly typical responses I guess. I knew I should have taken things slowly.
Back to square one. Let her calm down.
She's right of course. I'm only thinking of my own needs.
Best if I just continue to do as much around the house as I can, without any expectations.
Subconsciously I knew now wasn't the right time to raise the subject with V.
She's been under a lot of work pressure the past couple of weeks. As a teacher this is a busy time leading up to the end of the year - marking assignments and report writing. She's been working at home every night to meet deadlines.
I guess my revelation about a Female-Led Relationship was the last thing she needed to hear.
Her immediate reaction was fairly hostile. "Go and see a psychologist" or "Sort your head out. It's destroying our relationship" were some of her responses.
I'd printed off the pages of several sites in the hope that she'd read them. Not a good move!
Of course we argued. "It's all about you." "It's all about your fantasies." "If you really loved me, you wouldn't put this presure on me." "If you really wanted to do things for me, you'd do them without expecting anything in return."
Fairly typical responses I guess. I knew I should have taken things slowly.
Back to square one. Let her calm down.
She's right of course. I'm only thinking of my own needs.
Best if I just continue to do as much around the house as I can, without any expectations.
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