But, is it WORTH MY WILD!
“WE NEED TO FIND MARIBY A MAN!”
That’s what someone said to me today! The plan, he invited me out to some event, truly that just was not culinarily pleasing to me, at which I declined!
Um thinking BEEF TENDERLOIN, slow roasted to perfection, a good bottle of wine, meaningful conversation, quiet time! Long past large crowds, loud music, “ball park Franks” boiled beyond erection, if you get my drift!
He then said, “Mariby, um try’na hook you up! Now, how we gon find you a man, when you never come out?
Well, now that’s a loaded question! Truly, I, I, I don’t know where to begin with that! Brings up a number of rather, uh, uh, tender considerations!
So, well, I’ll just start at the beginning; CONSIDER THIS:
No. 1: Raised by Grannie (Wild Women Don’t Get The Blues), finding “a man” has never been priority at anytime in my life! Now, don’t get me wrong, ain’t nothing wrong with a girl having a little fun with you boyz, a good romp for a good night’s sleep (seem'n I don't sleep straight through since menopause). LOL So, umma grown azz woman now; my toys ain’t cheap!
No. 2: The term, “a man,” in itself is offensive! Clearly, it won’t be just “any old man!” Necessarily old, indeed!
No. 3: To make it “Worth My Wild,” he would have to be “an exceptional man!” If you know me, I think we all could agree!
No. 4: Been through some shyt mess’n round with you boyz! So, in this day, at my age, at this stage in my life, “Worth My Wild,” means already living his dream, his purpose, wise, so he knows instinctively THAT I AM WELL WORTH IT, to the point he’s just overflowing with joy and deeply kind, giving of his time, succinctly, willingly, happily and quite intentionally bankrolling mine!
No. 5: And no offense fellas, but if you gon call yoself “My Man,” but you can’t or won’t give me what I need, “Boy,” please, then tell me, what do I need you for?
No. 6: “NEED” is perhaps too strong, maybe even just too wrong a word; but well, I need to be able to depend on “My Man!” Sadly, I’ve never had the pleasure, which is partly my fault, in that I had little expectations, since I always had to take care of myself! Just how The Wild Woman raised me and I’m thankful for it!
Well, now, wait a minute; there was that brief sugar daddy moment back in my day! But, even that poses a Hole’s other considerations - Obsession, Jealousy, Control, etc.!
No. 7: Well, and more to the point, I deliver! Oh, and I COOK, too! Oh, oh, right! That’s how this Hole, Beef thang got started; Grannie wanted beef for dinner! My mind, right!
Uh, uh, My BEEF TENDERLOIN, QUICK SEARED (for that color glaze), SLOW ROASTED and dressed with caramelized sweet onions, lots of fresh-chopped garlic, threw in some baby new potatoes with my standard of a balance of fresh herbs, red wine vinegar, poupon, hot peppers, a dash of raw honey...and MAN-O-WHAT-A-MAN he would be...FOR ME!
A CHOICE CUT OF MEAT! And I do mean that literally! Naturally aged, seasoned, tender, juicy when rested, bounces back when tested, impressive, selective, necessarily expensive, relentless, quick, thick, a culinary gift really, witty, wise and always with a cooked book, easy on mine eyes, pretty to look at (from the inside out) and knows all about HOW TO TREAT (not control) MY HEAT!
For I Am MadlyLiving! You hear me!
HospiTalent Mariby Corpening Presents
Beef Tenderloin
Worth My Wild
Descriptions, Recipes & Images by Mariby CorpeningTM