for 2
Ingredients:
4 ripe oranges
4 eggs
1 large jar of black olives preserved in brine
1 small bunch of fresh mint
salt flakes
ground black pepper
olive oil
How to prepare:
Prepare the salad ingredients: Boil some water in a saucepan and slowly lower each egg, using a spoon, into the boiling water. Allow to boil for about 4 minutes. Meanwhile, peel the oranges and remove any white pith or seeds. Slice into segments. Drain the salt water from the olives, using a colander. Roughly chop the mint leaves, discard the stalks. After approximately 4 minutes check to see if the eggs are boiled by gently tapping them with the back of a metal spoon to slightly crack the shell. If no white fuid streams out like a ribbon, then the eggs are ready. Carefully remove from the saucepan with the spoon, and run under cold water for 20 seconds or so (or save water by immersing them in a bowl of cold water). This will help to set the egg. Using the back of the metal spoon again, crack the egg shells and gently remove. Allow to cool.
Place the oranges, olives, then mint into a large salad-serving bowl. Slice the eggs and immediately add to the salad. Sprinkle with salt, freshly ground pepper and olive oil. Toss the salad just before serving.
Excerpt:
“Can you handle this?” he asked, his concern real. “This is just the beginning, my soul. It gets truly ugly from here.”
If things became worse, Tina wasn’t sure she could deal, but she nodded. “I want to be with you,” she said, the simple truth making the choice.
He gazed down at her with his eyes, the deep brown color she could drown herself in, and touched her with his soul. Then he smiled, the quirky little bemused expression she’d never seen him show anyone else and said, “Then you shall be. Let’s go off, just me and you.”
Tina stared into his face hoping he would read the same truth in her face she saw in his.
“I dashura ime,” she began, the endearment one of the few things she could say in Albanian. “I would go anywhere with you.”
They moved away from the others, climbed a rocky hill and emerged on a plateau distant from the others. Nick knew the country and led her down a narrow path. He fetched them up a small building he called a bunker but Tina thought hut was a better name. Inside the small space, no larger than a vestibule, they came together with powerful need and force.
Desperation tempered her love, a fuck death syndrome fueled her desire and Tina wasn’t shy. Nick grasped her tight in his embrace and kissed her, hard and wicked. His mouth ground against her without gentleness and she answered it with her own wild need. He kissed her with a powerful hunger, potent and so heady his passion caught her and carried her. His mouth intoxicated her and when she shed her clothing, tore it from her body as desire consumed her, he did, too.
Her hands grasped his buttocks and squeezed then moved to stroke his manhood. Nick needed little encouragement. He faced her, his cock hard and ready, but first he used his hands to caress her, to fondle her body with the same rough, harsh want. Beneath the almost rude motions, however, remained a caring and his eyes shone into hers with a rich love light. Her own body warmed at his touch and her passage opened to him, moist and welcoming. He pounded into her and she gloried in each stroke. He backed her against the rear wall of the bunker and took her there, standing. Each thrust brought strong spirals of delight to rock her body and Tina cried out with glorious joy.
Afterward, they sprawled on some ancient blanket on the bare floor and huddled together. Outside the frigid night surrounded the hut and the oasis they created together, a tiny bastion of love and light. Tomorrow Tina would face new trials, but tonight, curled tight in Nick’s arms, she wanted nothing more than this. She’d pay any price as she whispered against his skin, “Tea dua.”
some unusual ingredients that I would have never have thought of putting together..but it sounds yummie. I'm gonna try that, thanks for sharing xx
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