Dish of the day – 2 – Spicy Jalapeño Salsa

**Dish of the day is the story of Joana Lane, a chef and the owner of a small restaurant inherited from her mother, who writes in a very spirited way about her love affairs and sexual adventures in a cookery book/diary

Date: Oct 18th 2007

Dish of the Day: Spicy memories

Reminder of the day: You should never forget who you are and where you come from.

Let me tell you a little about Lapis, my mother’s restaurant. Many lesbian women come to the place everyday for breakfast, sometimes for lunch but mainly for the ‘happy hour’. There’s this lesbian community center across from the restaurant and you can always see them around. They organize events and stuff all over the State. I wanted to join them once, but mom wouldn’t let me, obviously. At the time, she thought I was just annoyed by the problems I was facing with my date with Jon who worked at the flower shop around the corner – she had no idea he was gay and I had been sleeping with his daughter, Beth, for six months then and we were even considering moving in together. She was as hot as red pepper – and you know it’s really good for health, don’t you? The problem is that many people do not appreciate eating it for long periods – including me. Spicy food may put you in trouble – and so do ’spicy’ women.

So, Lapis has always been lesbian territory downtown, mom was best friends with many women and she never cared about what the other customers would say. “If you can’t eat with them, then you’d better eat in another place”, she used to say everytime anyone tried say anything against them.

My first-time woman was really close to my mother. Her name was Anita, she was an Italian teacher and worked two blocks away from Lapis. She generally ordered black coffee, toasts and strawberry jam. When she was done with breakfast, she’d go to the restroom to put on some make up with a little help from me. One of these days, I followed her as usual, and she locked me inside. I felt like fainting when she started to unbutton her white linen blouse, breast popping out of it.

“If you don’t want, I can get dressed.” – She said.

“I’m sorry Anita, but I’m not a… – I tried.

“A lesbian? You’re not a lesbian? – She laughed and I almost felt a bit angry about it.  “Oh, poor child, I see the way you follow me everywhere with the eyes… but if you say you’re not, I think a test wouldn’t hurt, would it?” – And it was then that she started to touch herself in such a way that I couldn’t breath properly. For a second I say I thought my heart had officially stopped and I was dead. But I wasn’t, fortunately!!! I would be, if my mother caught us there, though. Ok, I have something to confess: I had seen some x-rated movies with girls perfoming pretty convincing sexual intercourse before, out of curiosity… and it was thanks to these movies that I knew exactly what to do when the opportunity arrived. And people say you can’t learn anything from porn! How come you can’t?

Spicy Jalapeño Salsa

Lezzie is half-closeted Brazilian Philosophy High School teacher writing on everything she has the opportunity to read, listen to and see (as a good Gemini).You can find out more about here by checking her profile at http://lezgetreal.ning.com/profile/Boudecca.