Author: Miss Dyyna

  • Egg Nog

    First, a brief history: egg nog was created by the English in the 18th century using brandy, but only really drunk by the rich who had access to dairy and eggs. When it came across the pond in colonial days, we had tons of farms so just about everyone could enjoy it. Because brandy was…

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  • No One Can Make You Feel Anything

    When this statement solidified for me mid-way through my pity-party, break-up year after PhD, it was so powerful it shot me lightyears ahead in my progress toward moving on and rebuilding my life. It gave me my power back. I choose how I feel about what other people do around me. So simple, yet so…

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  • Diamonds: The Strip Club

    I quite enjoy strip clubs. I have been many, many times starting way back in my college years. I even danced in a go-go bar for a month one summer when I was 20. Women’s bodies are sexy as hell. I like them all – tall, short, thick, thin (not too thin though), small boobs,…

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  • Our Planet

    When work wakes me up in the middle of the night, I know exactly what will settle my brain and put me right back into dreamland…David Attenborough. If you don’t know Sir David Attenborough, you really should take the time. I have no idea what he did as a young man, but now, most certainly…

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  • Any Meat Bones Stock

    Learning to make proper stock in culinary school was a fucking game changer. It was what we did from day one to the day before graduation. Laying out 50 pounds of bones-du-jour on to sheet pans, roasting them until deep brown, struggling to get them in the huge industrial stock pots bolted to the floor,…

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  • Diamonds: The Chicken Noodle Soup Year

    Just as in previous years, February through December passed by in a flash. I was New Jersey bound again – looking forward to my sister’s big New Year’s Day bash and seeing Diamonds. It was harder and harder to act casual around him at the party with all my family and their familiar friends around.…

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  • Regret

    It’s a noun. It’s a verb. It’s Death Row. “Feel sad, repentant or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, especially a loss of missed opportunity).” Oxford Languages I am not an ‘everything happens for a reason’-type person. When one door closes, another one opens. God has a plan. And the worst for…

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  • I’ll Most Likely Kill You In The Morning

    Remember the scene in Princess Bride when Wesley and Buttercup are walking through the Fire Swamp and he tells the story of how he became the Dread Pirate Roberts? The then Dread Pirate Roberts takes Wesley on as a valet and every night says: “Good night, Wesley. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill…

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  • The Gent: Birth of a Panther

    As my relationship with PhD was imploding, I decided that after I graduated culinary school I would go by myself to my family’s beach house in NC. I hadn’t been there in more than five years. The ocean was calling me as a place of peace amidst the turmoil of PhD, being fresh out of…

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  • My Trips to Cougar Town

    Since 2015 I knew I liked older men, but a year later I was still just at the beginning of my personal sexual revolution. The dating app world was my oyster and I wanted at least a dozen to try with mignonette, lemon and all the fixin’s! My previous sexual experiences up until then were…

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