Cocktails recipe for a crazy ladies night

For a orientale taste : Ali Baba
30 mls Turkish Delight
15 mls White Chocolate Liqueur
15 mls Vodka
15 mls Lime Liqueur
Shake with ice in a cocktail shaker and strain

 For a fruty taste : Berry Bubbly
10 mls Strawberry liqueur
10 mls Raspberry Liqueur
10 mls Boysenberry Liqueur
100 mls Sparkling wine/chanpagne
Measure liqueurs into glass and top up with champagne

For a classy taste : Raspberry champagne cocktail
15 mls Raspberry Liqueur
100 mls Sparkling wine/champagne
Measure liqueur into glass and top with champagne

For freezing and snow taste, perfect for the summer : Snowball
15 mls Almond Liqueur
15 mls Coconut Liqueur
15 mls White Chocolate Liqueur
15 mls Cream
Shake with ice in cocktail shaker and strain

For a blonde taste ;) : Strawberry blonde
30 mls Strawberry Liqueur
Dry Ginger Ale
Measure liqueur into glass and top with Ginger Ale

For a crazy sensation : Macadamia Madness
30 mls Macadamia liqueur
15 ml White Chocolate Liqueur or Milk Chocolate
15 mls Coconut Liqueur
15 mls Cream
Shake with ice in a cocktail shaker and strain

For a Summer taste : Summer Breeze
30 mls Coconut Liqueur
15 mls Mint Liqueur
15 mls Lime
Soda Water
Shake with ice in cocktail shaker and strain

New date : Night test --> 2 weeks agos

Nickname : Woodman
Meet with friends
Age : 24 years
Nationality : Australian Sydney
Hobbies : music, cars, Woodwork, racing, movies
Lifestyle : Currently working up north in mine area. Enjoy to go to the gym and down earth. Open minded, nice, a little romantic and like a good meal.
Culture : Ossie. Not a lot cooking skills but would like to try.
Cooking taste : Like a lot of differents things but can t eat seafood or sushis. Sweet, salt, spicy food, and no allergy.
Positive point :  Test on him my tomatoes stuff and Apple pie. A real success ;)

Im actually this guy, so i will not talk to much about him on it ;)
Next posts will talk about previous dates.

Tomato stuff

Ingredients :

- Rice
- 500 g of meat beef
- 1 beefburger
- 2 eggs
- milk
- 4 bread (without key lines)
- 5 cloves of garlic
- salt
- pepper
- parsley

Mix the meat with the beefburger, 2 eggs, the garlic ( cut beforehand in very little piece), salt, pepper and parsley in a bowl. Take the bread and dunk them in the milk and add them into the mix. Mixed them together. Take the tomatoes, empty delicately them, and stuff them. To finsish, put them in a plate with a little oil on the top and put it in the oven during 20 or 25 min at 150 degre. check it regurlay with a knife. Cook rice in a rice cooker to accompany the tomatoes.

Bon appetit !

Carbonara Pasta

For two personnes

Ingredients :

- 200 g pasta
- 200 g sour cream
- 250 g of bacon
- 1 onion
- lemon juce
- soy sauce
- 2 eggs

In the first part of the recipe, cook the pasta. During the time the past are cooking, cut the onion and fry them in the pan. After, when the onion are nealy cooked ( caramel color but not too caramel), add the bacon. Add with it a little of lemon juce and soy sauce. Not too much. Test it regularly, it must suit to your taste. Add black peper and salt. Stir often. When the bacon, is cooked, add the sour cream and stir the mix quickly and when the sour cream is becoming liquid turn off the range. The pasta are cook as well ( it depend of your taste : adelante or cooked). Put the pasta into your 2 plates, and put on the top the mix on your pasta. To finish crack the eggs, through away the white part and put the yellow on the top of your meal. Mixed all, and for the gourmand add some cheese and enjoy it :)!

Bon appetit !

Choice C : The Booty Call

Good old Greg, aka Mr.Standby and Deliver. Like a sentry guarding a castle gate, Greg is always at the ready. Karen and Greg met online, at a dating site known to be somewhat "progressive" in its offerings. Their first meeting was more a playful affair than one filled with roamnce and the promise of a future, but sometimes that is just the way it goes, and it suited Karen just fine. This casual arrangement had been going on for more than a year, and by Karen's estimation, while it wasnot love, at least it was steady and there when she wanted it. She is 33 and feeling the effects of her prime. This pays the bills, so to speak.

And if she and Greg aren't exactly friends, they are friendly anough to have sec few weeks or so. She thinks he is cute (and so do her friends), and he knows which buttons to push. And Karen feels empowered by having sex like a man,  whenever she wants it, without any of the messy emotional apsects. Who needs a boyfriend to take care of, and all those obligations? All the guys she knew slept around and had meaningless (but decent)sex, and so could she. Her arrangement with Greg is proof that it's possible.

But work and her travel schedule are leaving her little free time of late, and it has been months since she and Greg have had one of their evenings. She is in the mood for some fun, and his text message earlier in the week had been an unexpected but welcome diversion from an otherwise tedious week of branding brainstorm sessions. Greg knew how to tantalize her with words, and their chats had a decidedly dirty flavor. For Karen, the lead-up and the raunchy chatting are a big part of the turn-on, and it is something she finds difficult to bring into her more serious relationships. But with Greg, she can let loose and be wild, and she finds that freedom exciting. There is no shyness or concern for what he might think the next day. In fact, there is usually no next day, as they rarely have sleepovers. Theirs is a relationship built on efficiency and mutual needs, nothing more. Neither is being deceived, and they are honest about the other aspects of their dating life. Karen doesn't care that Greg dates other women, so long as he is safe, clean, and available when she wants him.


And so it si that she finds herself driving to Greg's appartment at 10:15 pm on this particular Friday, her elegant La Perla lingerie covered by a knee-length wool skirt and a cream-colored tank top. They had long agao dispensed with the pretense of meeting at a bar, onlu to leave half-finished drinks on the table as they raced home to rip each other's clothes off. It's more honest to just show up and get down to business. And Karen loves the idea of appearing at his door with such a naughty purpose in mind.


Upon her arrival, Greg undresses her slowly, taking time to admore all the work she has put into her outfit. But his delicacy soon turns to schoolboy fumbling, and within 20 min thay have accomplished their mission. Somehow the idea of this affair is better than the actual sex. When it is over, Greg rushes out of bed to show her some new CDs and books he had bought. He has a habit of getting up immediately, to clean up his apartment or check his e-mail. She does not expect any intimacy, though she is often ready foe a second round of fun well before Greg is. So, she just leys there, looking at the scattered remnants of her outfit, feeling vacant and not particularly satisfied.


She dresses and gets reasy to leave, despote Greg's assurance that he will back in business adter a short rest. More than anything, she wants to take a shower, watch TV, and be alone. She will have to finish the job Greg started, when she gets home. Driving back, she begins to consider the wisdom of this quasi-relationships. If the sex is not even great, what is the point ? And was this casual arrangement at odds with what she really wanted from life ? When she gets home she makes a vow to curtail things with Greg and to put end to this casual arrangement. She upholds this vow for 6 weeks, until the Friday afternoon when she receives a deliciously dirty text message inviting her once again to the edge of sweet release.


Choices, choicesm choices. Having choices is a luxury, ant it's better than not having them. But the real challenge is how you use them.
Enjoy Girls! :)


This test is an extrat of " Be honest, you're not that into him either, Raise your standards and reach for the love you deserve" By Ian Kerner, Ph.D. Author of She comes first

Choice B : The Girl's Night Out

After a hard week of tmaking the world safe for cashmere ponchos, Karen feels she deserves a night out with her closest girlfriends (or, at least, those among her friends who are not married or otherwise disengaged from bar nights). Her friends Stephanie, the wild one of the group, is on the list for a party at a famous place in the city. Being on the list means they do not have to wait in an endless line or pay the ridiculous cover charge, but it will not protect them from the men on the prowl inside. But Karen's not complaining. If the night's plan had been up to her, they'd have gone to McKinon's, a local pub near her apartment with a fireplace and a decibel level that actually allows a group of friends to do more than yell "What ??" to one another over the din of techno music. But Stephanie is leading the charge, and Karen plays the dutiful companion, donning her Seven jeans and her pointy Prada pumps, and heads out into the promise of yet another Friday night.

They are Karen and 5 of her closest friends ( 2 of the women were college roommates and the other 3 are industry friends). They are all single  ( Stephanie had been married once, and 2 others had recently left long-term live-in situations), and smart enough to know that the only men inside the club are guys they'd never really be  that into ( but who would, nonetheless, buy them 15 $ drinks). So why are they there? Well, the heart alwaus holds out hope that the mind knows may not likely be met. But that hope is what gets us out on a Friday night, isn't it ? It;s always possible that the love of our lives is inside the same miserable club we are walking into, tucked away in a corner, waiting for us to make an entrance.

The evening progresses, and trays of expensive, fruit-based drinks ordered. Much laughter is had. Dancing follows, and soon the girls are invited to the VIP room by a group of commodities traders celebrating a big week at the exchange. The men are harmless- good-time guys, a little heavy on the white bread, but nice enough to share a bottle of champagne with. Karen has a hard time telling them apart as they essentially look like copies of one another ( and every other guy with short hair, a business degree, and the ability to walk into Banana Republic) but she's up for the challenge.

And then a funny thing happens. As the night waers on, and the mini-party progresses, Karen and one of the traders begin to talk. Sweet James ( as he calls himself) is not the best looking of the bunch but he is very complimentary, and the attention makes Karen feel special. He was, as his self-proclaimed title suggests, very sweet. Basking in this warm glow, Karen starts to loosen up (the Ketel One and Red Bills they are downing help as well), so much so that she allows James to feel her out as they dance to that "dirty" Christina Aguilera remix. She is getting sloppy, yes, but who would possibly recognize her amid the strobe lights and artificial fog ? Moreover, she is a sexually liberated woman, and she has the right to do as she pleases. Leaving the dance floor, she and James find a quiet banquette and proceed to get freaky, 2 urban professionals letting their hair down after a long week. The man she is mashing in the corner is not the man she will marry but Karen is willing to put up woth the Mr.Wrongs until Mr.Right comes along.

Answer of the test :

Which answer did you choose ? If you chose any one answer, you fell for our clever trap lol :). The correct answer is all of the above. There is n single "correct" answer. There are only choices.

Choice A : The stay at homer

Staying home on a Friday night. For married people, it is called "life". For single people, it's a luxury. More often than you'd care to recall, your Firday nights have been spent seated across from mediocre date or in yet another bitching session with the girls. Staying home and doing nothing may seem likean attractive choice when compared to these options. Staying at home and doint nothing can be a healthy option when you are tried of the world and want to regroup. You're not an amateur, you don't need to go out just to say you went out.

So, tonight,  after finally getting off of a long conference call, Karen makes a quick trip to the gym and then retires to her sofa and uncorks a bottle of Geyser Creek Pinot Noir (1998), given to her by an in-th-meantimer who happened to have alfway decent taste in wine.

She had a week's worth of unopened mail to tend to, laundry in desperate need of washing, and an unwatched DVD from Netflix sitting on her coffee table. This was more than enought to occupy her for the evening. And besides, it would allow her to get up early tomorroa and tackle the weelend with a clear, hangover-free head. Yes, she'd finally visit that Monet exhibit, grad lunch with a friend, and even replace her old shower curtain.

She dons her favorite sweats, puts up her hair, and organizes her night. She puts her darks in the washing machine, then orders dinner, and has that load ready for the dryer once the sushi arrives. In the meantime, she'll sort her mail (mostly bills and, of course, two engagement party invites). Anything, really, to occupy her mind so that she's less aware she's home, alone.

The food arrives, just as the washer finishes its final spin cycle. The night was going according to plan. But about halwayinto the bottle of wine, having finished with her miso soup and sushi, she starts to fell a mild pang of curiosity. And though she had told herself she was going to take a break from online dating, her laptop beckoned, as it often did. She heeds the call.

When she logs onto Match.com or OasisActive.com she finds six new notes from prospective suitors. " I'm desired", the unopened messages seem to say. And for a moment she feels flush with the hope of romantic possibility. While she deletes four of the notes immediately ( 3 had no pics and 1 was from a married man looking for "fun"), the two that remain have potential, or so it seems. She decides not to reply that night ( what would these guys think if they knew she had been home on a Friday , answering her e-mails), but spends another 40 min browsing through the profiles. As often happens, she sees men she'd been out with before (some of whom, while less than stellar, never called ber for a second date). A small pond, and one filled by the same fish.

Slightly ruffled, but still giddy that she has seen few new options, she lof off and retires to her bedroom and the comfort of her bed. Another Friday night in the city comes to a close with a self-induced bang. Folding her laundry will wait until tomorrow.