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Pulled Honey Sesame Chicken Sliders with Rainbow Slaw for SRC..and Part 14B

July 9, 2012 at 12:00 pm | Posted in Appetizers, Asian, Breads, Dinner, Eat The Rainbow, Lunch, Salads, Secret Recipe Club, Vegetables | 78 Comments
Tags: Asian Buns, Asian Vinaigrette, Bell Peppers, Chicken, Crockpot Pulled Chicken, Honey Sesame Chicken, Pulled Chicken, Red Cabbage, Red Onions, Sandwiches, Sesame Chicken, slaw, Sliders, Slow Cooker Chicken, Snowpeas

We’re all familiar with loads of twists on pulled pork, pulled beef, pulled chicken – pulled any meat that can be shredded into juicy strands after being simmered in a sauce for a few hours – then slopped on a bun..which soaks up some of the sauce.  I’ve seen riffs on Asian pulled pork and chicken, but I’ve never seen the following Asian take on it until I scrolled through my blog assignment for this month’s Secret Recipe Club.

Does any carnivore NOT love Sesame or General Tso’s chicken?  Well, the blog I was assigned, Eat Little, Eat Big..authored and photographed by Susie, who just so happens to live on the beautiful island of Maui (lucky!), came up with this brilliant idea.  She simmered chicken breasts in a similar sauce used for sesame chicken – in a crockpot- for a few hours.  Voila, Slow Cooker Honey Sesame Chicken!

Initially, I was going to make her Crunchy Oven Baked Fish Sticks, but then I decided that there was no way I was turning on the oven in this oppressive heat.  We’re talking 98 – 100 degrees the past week, so I loved that this dish was slowly simmered in a crockpot..or slow cooker, whichever you prefer to call it.

Of course I couldn’t leave well enough alone.  First, I toasted the sesame seeds, then I omitted the ketchup and used tomato paste instead.  I used Chili Paste (Sambal Oelek) in lieu of chili flakes, added rice wine vinegar for a bit of tang, and a little chicken stock for more sauce.

I also changed the cooking time since I was starting with semi-frozen chicken breasts, plus…to get that really shredded texture – I felt more time was needed, semi-frozen or not.  To thicken the sauce after simmering, I made a slurry of cornstarch and chicken broth, instead of using cornstarch alone.  I grated some fresh ginger into the sauce simply because I couldn’t fathom sesame chicken without ginger.

Before I even finished reading the recipe, I had decided to pile this pulled chicken on buns.   At the bottom of Susie’s recipe – she suggested doing just that.  SO, I piled this chicken on buns, but not just any buns.  I had baked some plain buns using an extra batch of dough I made from the Daring Bakers Char Siu Bao recipe back in Dec, ’11,  and froze them.  Insta – buns! For the sliders, I used store-bought slider sized potato buns.

I love Asian bun dough.  It’s soft and almost velvety, so I knew they would make great buns for burgers or sandwiches.  I’m so glad I did that because I couldn’t think of a more perfect vessel for this pulled sesame chicken.  Of course, you can use any kind of bun you’d like.  Sprouted buns work really well because they’re sturdy.

Finally, you know how much I’ve waxed on and on about my love of natural rainbows incorporated into dishes?  What better than an array of colorful vegetables to pile on these buns with the chicken?  We’ve got shredded red cabbage (the purple), a mix of red, yellow and orange bell peppers, and blanched snow peas –  all tossed together with a light vinaigrette.  This is my summer of Eat the Rainbow.

By the way, these are REALLY good, and perfect for any party.

Pulled Honey Sesame Chicken Sandwiches with Rainbow Slaw
Inspired by Susie of Eat Little, Eat Big
Makes a ton of sliders, a half-ton of average sized sandwiches and maybe 6-8 unhinge your jaw, sandwiches 

Pulled Honey Sesame Chicken
4 semi-frozen chicken breasts, cut in half (starting with semi-frozen chicken seems to help it shred better once cooked), OR, about 1 to 1 1/2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken thighs
kosher salt and pepper
1/2 cup honey
2 tablespoons rice wine vinegar
1/2 cup chicken stock or broth
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 1/2 tablespoons tomato paste
3 cloves garlic finely minced
2 teaspoons fresh, grated ginger
1 teaspoon chili paste (more if you like a lot of heat)
2 tablespoons cornstarch
2 tablespoons chicken broth or stock
1 tablespoon toasted sesame oil
Toasted sesame seeds, the amount depending on your preference
burger buns or slider buns

Note – If your chicken breasts are kind of big, I would suggest doubling the sauce ingredients poured over the breasts in the crockpot.  The cornstarch and 2 tablespoons of chicken stock for the thickening slurry remains the same, but add 2 tablespoons sesame oil instead of 1 when the sauce is thickened and done.

Rainbow Slaw
1 small red bell pepper, seeded, ribs removed, sliced thin
1 small yellow bell pepper, seeded, ribs removed, sliced thin
1 small orange bell pepper, seeded, ribs removed, sliced thin  (OR two carrots, peeled and shredded)
About 1/4 a small head red cabbage, shredded
1 very small red onion or half a red onion, sliced thin
1/4 lb snowpeas, blanched, each snowpea sliced in half vertically and horizontally.  No worries about peas falling out – it just makes it better

Note – Slice and chop vegetables smaller for sliders.  If you want a really shredded slaw, use the shredding disk or very thin slicing disk in your food processor for all the veggies (stack the snowpeas to shred).  I used a knife that needed to be sharpened, so I couldn’t slice the veggies as thin as I would have liked.  It’s easier to pile a more shredded slaw on the sliders or sandwiches.

Vinaigrette
5 tablespoons peanut oil
3 tablespoons rice wine vinegar
1 tablespoon light soy sauce
1 clove garlic, minced with kosher salt until it’s a paste
1 teaspoon freshly grated ginger
1 3/4 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon sesame oil
squeeze of lime juice
freshly ground black or white pepper (to taste)

SALAD AND VINAIGRETTE DIRECTIONS:
1. Combine all of the vegetables in a bowl.

2.  Make Vinaigrette.  Place all ingredients in a jar, cover tightly, and shake vigorously until blended.  Drizzle your preferred amount over vegetables and toss.

3.  Cover bowl with plastic wrap and let the flavors blend in the fridge for a few houes.  You can use it immediately, but it’s much better after marinating for a few hours.  SO, make this salad while the chicken is cooking.

PULLED SESAME CHICKEN DIRECTIONS:
1. Season frozen chicken breasts with salt and pepper, and place in the crockpot.

2.  Mix all the sauce ingredients together except for the sesame oil, sesame seeds, cornstarch and 2 extra tablespoons of chicken stock.  Pour over seasoned, frozen chicken in the crockpot.

3.  Cook on low for 6-8 hours or high 3-4 hours, until the chicken starts to fall apart.  Remove chicken from sauce and shred with two forks.  Set aside in a bowl.

4.  Pour sauce into a medium saucepan and bring to a simmer.  Stir together the cornstarch and chicken stock until smooth, then pour into the simmering sauce.  Cook until the sauce has thickened, whisking constantly – it only takes a minute or two.

5. Remove from heat and stir in the sesame oil and toasted sesame seeds.  Pour over shredded chicken and mix well. Season with more salt and pepper if it needs it.

6.  Assemble sandwiches.  Cut buns in half – toast if you like.  Place a heaping spoonful of rainbow slaw on the bottom bun.  Top that with a heaping spoonful of the pulled chicken.   Pour some extra sauce over chicken and top with other half bun.  Enjoy with plenty of napkins!

Click on the blue frog below to see what my fellow SRC Group A participants chose from their assigned blogs.

Now to Part 14B (I know, I know – will it ever end?)) of Bad Boy First Love. If you’re just tuning in, Part One is HERE, Part Two is HERE , Part Three is HERE, Part Four is HERE, Part Five is HERE, Part Six is HERE, Part Seven is HERE, Part 8 is HERE, Part 9 is HERE, Part Ten is HERE, Part 11 is HERE, Part 12 is HERE, Part 13A is HERE, Part 13B is HERE, and Part 14A is HERE.

I decided, for all parties involved, there was no need to say anything.  It wasn’t fatal, no harm was done – and if I opened my big mouth, there’d be plenty of harm done.

I fell asleep to his sexy voice.

The next morning I woke up with the phone cord wrapped around my neck and the handset hanging off the edge of the bed.  Although I had cordless phones..I was kind of attached to my ecelectic, mulit-colored corded phone.  It meshed with my bedroom.

Great, I could have strangled myself in my sleep and college would be off.  I wondered if the roommate ‘death’ rule would apply to roommates who had not yet met me?  I bet they’d love me anyway..considering the straight A’s.

I realized I never got to say a proper goodnight/goodbye to him, but I didn’t want to wake him up.  He had two more days of work left before he came home to North Jersey, where I would no longer be.  I decided I’d phone him as soon as I got to Boston.  It was already 11 am, and I hadn’t done my ‘scan’, and felt completely unprepared.  This led to several hours of ‘scanning’, which led to many fights with my parents, which led to me taking off in the car to bid one last adieu to my friends, which led to us not leaving until 5 pm.

To add insult to injury, the large SUV my father had rented, since I was basically bringing my whole life to Boston, was not there.  The guy at the rental car place made a mistake and rented it to someone else.  All they had left was a medium hatchback.  This meant the backseat went down, so my whole life was crammed in so tight, that some of it was spilling over the front seat, where I had the misfortune of sitting…in…between…my…parents.

I don’t have the kind of relationship with my parents that most do, so this was pure hell on top of hell, with a side of red hot forks poking every cell in my brain.

The whole drive was literally hell on wheels..so much so, that at one point, I insisted they let me out of the car on some highway in Connecticut.  I walked along the grassy divider in the dark for about 15 minutes before they were able to find an exit..turn around and come back, but truth be told, it was the most serene 15 minutes I’d had all day.

There was actually one positive side to all of this wrath..it distracted me from missing Dreamboat.  The anger was like a warm blanket shielding me from the cold pain that was looming deep in my soft, mushy core – tapping me every so often, trying to break through.

Around 8 pm, my father decided he didn’t want to drive anymore..and being a stickler to rules, wouldn’t allow me or my Mother to drive since his name was the only name on the rental agreement.

He pulled off at an exit..having no idea where he was going, until he saw the bright lights of a Howard Johnsons.  We were in Worcester, MA, only an hour away from Boston.  I begged him to keep going since there was a Freshman orientation the next morning at 9 am.  He refused. Well..at least I could try and call Dreamboat later on that night.

Not so fast.

He let me know, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way he was paying for any long distance calls from a motel phone. Looks like I was going to have to will myself to sleep.  Between the disappointment of not getting to school the night before the first day to start meeting people and my roommates and the melancholia of missing Dreamboat, there was not much more I could do.  I watched movies until 2 am, then finally fell asleep, tossing and turning.

I heard my room phone ringing incessantly and sporadic knockings on the door throughout my slumber, but ignored them so I could sleep more.  I finally woke up at 11am.  My parents had already spent 4 hours going out to breakfast and walking around.  I’d missed orientation – so  there was no need to rush anymore.  I relaxed.  Oh, wait..check-out was at noon, so I was told I better start rushing.  Figures.

When we finally arrived in Boston, I found out I had been assigned to an upperclassman dorm since I had changed schools at the last-minute. All of the shiny, modern, buildings and towers of freshman dorms were already filled up by the time my father sent them the dough. My new home was an old, shoddy, broken down, building, and my dorm room was a kitchen, tiny bathroom. and two bedrooms – mine with a bunk bed.

Sound familiar?  I spend two Augusts with a kitchen, bathroom and tiny sleeping quarters.  But that never mattered because I was there to be with Dreamboat.  Now, I just had to endure it, and enduring it might have been easier if the whole place didn’t have tilted floors.  Yep, tilted floors..a permanent slope in my dorm/apartment.  I thought about roller skates.

I still wish I staged a fall and sued.

By this time, the anger between me and my parents had reached a breaking point.  After unloading my life, with some help from some nice, strong upperclassmen, and dumping it..along with me, into my new, tilted dorm room/apartment, with a kitchen – they left me sitting on the lower bunk – alone.  There was no phone hooked up to phone Dreamboat or my friends, so the alone soon turned to lonely.  My roommates were nowhere to be found.  My bunk mate had already unpacked, and taken the bottom bunk I was sitting on.

Laissez-faire, I thought .  I slowly started to unpack my life into this dump.

My roommate turned out to be a freshman who changed schools at the last minute too, and the two in the other bedroom were a sophomore and a junior.  Unfortunately, the only thing me and my freshman bunk mate had in common was being freshman, but that was good enough.  We stayed up talking a while, and then I wrote a letter to Dreamboat to let him know my phone wouldn’t be hooked up for a few days.

If only cell phones were what they are today and we had the world-wide web, video calls etc..the transition would have been so much easier.

The next morning..I woke up feeling rejuvenated – a whole new life was starting for me.  I quickly showered and dressed, skipping breakfast because I needed to be in a certain hall by 9am.  They were gathering freshman, in alphabetical order per lecture hall.

As I walked to the main quad where this Hall was located, I was feeling more and more excited with each step.  Fellow students at my university packed the streets and campus.  It was like lunch hour in NYC – not to mention, Boston is rife with colleges and universities, all within a short distance of one another.

I took a right turn into the quad, and I was blown away.  It was akin to what I felt it would be like stepping into Willy Wonka’s chocolate river room for the first time.  All the students – bright and shiny, from measly freshman like me, to huge athletes walking in packs together, bags hung over their shoulders for practice later.

A group of guys were playing hacky sack.  Is there a college quad anywhere in the US where there isn’t a bunch of guys playing hacky sack on a nice day?  I’d put money on it that there isn’t.

Regardless, I was so mesmerized by it all, I barely made it to the hall on time.  I broke out of my spell, and ran to my assigned last names beginning with R to U lecture hall, tripping up the steps several times. per usual..and grabbed a seat.

Within minutes of taking a seat, I met the girl who would become one of my best friends throughout my freshman year.  Finally, something positive!

After being assigned counselors to help put our schedules together, and a long visit to the campus bookstore, where we spent mucho money on the books we needed for our classes, and of course, lots of other frivolous stuff, including almost everything with the university logo on it and several t-shirts and sweatshirts for Dreamboat, we went back to her dorm.

She was living in one of the beautiful, modern freshman dorms, so in time, I was practically living there.  I met a bunch of great people in that dorm who also became good friends, and soon, I was considered part of that dorm..although I was living a hobo lifestyle between dorms.

The good thing about having my shoddy, upperclassmen dorm to go back to occasionally, was the quiet.  We all went there when we wanted a little peace or had to study for an exam.  The other good thing was – my upperclassmen roommates.  They guided us where to go for fun..introducing us to the ‘big’ pub on the main avenue of our campus, where they let everyone in.  They would simply blow a horn if the ABC showed up, so we could all sneak out the back before they could check for ID’s.

This was the place almost everyone went after hockey, football and basketball wins.  Weekend nights, the place was  packed to the gills with students of all ages, and lots of athletes..checking out the new freshman crop of girls.  It was hard to tell who played for what team, outside of the hulky giants, who were obviously football players.

The first night we all went there was a blast.  We danced to the video jukebox..checked out the guys (well..they did), and I sipped one Seabreeze all night.  Like I said, I can’t hold my alcohol – one slip, meaning one large sip, and I’d be introducing my dinner to the pavement outside.

I finally hit the bottom of the drink with a few loud sips of air, so I walked to the bar to return my glass.  The bartender, who they called ‘Sully’, slid another Seabreeze my way.

“Umm..I didn’t order that, there must be a mistake”

Sully motioned behind me “It’s from him..He bought it for you”

I slowly turned to see a tall, dark-haired, handsome athlete sitting on a divider facing away from the jukebox.

Right at that very moment, I realized our phone was hooked up two days before and I hadn’t called Dreamboat.  The excitement of meeting new people, new classes, and the city of Boston, had dominated my first week of school so much, I actually..and IT was SO hard to fathom this..

FORGOT about him a little.

I turned to this handsome stranger, smiled and said “Thank you”

I didn’t want to pursue it further than that, but he walked over and introduced himself.

He was in his junior year, from a town on Cape Cod, a hockey player, went to prep school, and was a draft pick for the Bruins..but decided to finish college first.  Before I knew it, we were conversing like old friends, even after the bar closed, sitting on the edge of a fountain in the courtyard of his dorm which was less than a block from my tilted dorm.

I made fun of his New England accent, like I did with all the people from MA or any New England state, I’d met.  He loved my imitation of it..then told me I had no accent, so he made fun of Jersey instead.  Nothing new…everyone does.  “What exit?” being a fave.

We were laughing a lot in between the lighthearted chat.  Time just flew by.

Me and Dreamboat never had 2 hour conversations like this, even the first night we met.  In fact, most of our conversing was with our lips.  Dreamboat’s voice blasted in my head..

“..you’ll meet other guys..rich college guys, you won’t want me anymore”

Damn, I missed him.

That looming pain that had been first stymied by the fierce anger at my parents, then all the newness of college life, finally broke through, and it hurt, it hurt like the sting of a thousand jellyfish – which brought me back to that magical summer night we reconnected.  I felt my eyes well up.

I abruptly stood up, told hockey guy it was a pleasure to meet him, but I needed to get some sleep.

He stood up too..then asked, “Can I get your number?  I’d like to take you to Faneuil Hall and that restaurant in the North End I told you about.  I want to show you around Boston”

I wasn’t lying when I told him this..

“We just got our phone hooked up, so I don’t know the number off-hand, plus, like I said, I have a boyfriend back home whom I love very much”

I hated the conflicting feelings that were coming on like gangbusters and confusing the hell out of me.  I loved Dreamboat so much it hurt, but this guy was intriguing to me..I loved the conversation we had.  What was happening?

He smiled, not quite as dazzling as Dreamboat’s, but nice.

“Everyone has a boyfriend or girlfriend back home when they’re freshman.  They usually don’t last, well, mine didn’t” He said with a chuckle.

Then some weird fate kicked in.  My junior year roommate came walking by with some friends..calling my name out in jest..seeing I was talking to this hunky guy.  She walked over, since she knew him, and started extolling my virtues to him.

She gave him our phone number.

I gave her the evil eye.

I walked back to our dorm with her and her friends, now listening to her extoll his virtues.  She was tipsy..

“Lisha..you don’t undershtand, he’sh not a womanizer, he’sh such a good guy, and SO FOXY..you’d be crazshy not to go out with him!”

I adamantly stood my ground.  “I’m madly in love with Dreamboat – not gonna happen”

As she started skipping sprightly ahead of us, she uttered the words I’d heard far too many times the past week..

“Those relationships never last – you’re young, you’re in college now..enjoy it!”

I called Dreamboat the next morning..which was Saturday. I had forgotten he’d nailed down a cushy construction job from a man who owned a company near him in North Jersey and spent weekends in Toms River, a few doors down from his shore house. Part of that job entailed working Saturdays.  I tried again around 6 pm.  He answered..my heart fluttered.

“Hi, baby”

He responded with happiness and surprise..

“Hi, killer..I got your letter, but then I heard nothing, I thought you’d already met some rich college boy and cast me off”

I thought of the hockey player..the timing was uncanny.

Suddenly, I needed to see him more than ever..those weird, conflicting feelings were front and center and I wanted them to go away.  I grabbed the teddy bear with his t-shirt and pressed it to my face..inhaling. His scent was fading.

“Come see me, baby…drive up here next weekend..I miss you..need you”

He seemed relieved that I still loved and wanted him..

“I want to, sweetheart, I can’t stop missing you and thinking about you. – BUT..”

Ohhh..the inevitable ‘BUT’

“…I don’t think the Mazda would make it both ways”

OK, not that bad a ‘BUT’.  He was right.

“Then fly to me” I whimpered pathetically

“You know I work Saturdays, baby..I just started, I can’t take time off after 1 week. Why don’t you come home and spend the weekend with me?”

My parents would never pay for a flight home after only 2 weeks of school.  I would have to stick it out until Thanksgiving.

I dropped the subject, then started telling him about my first week of school.  I guess my enthusiasm bothered him a little.  He was sort of hoping I wouldn’t like it so I’d transfer to a local college and told me that in a half-joking way.  His tone changed from sweet, loving and happy, to sad and kind of cold.

The conversation was turning morose rather quickly, plus, as I mentioned in a previous part, he wasn’t a phone person.  The phone for him was for making plans to meet up, not 2-hour conversations that most women think nothing of.  BUT- he tried with me..I’ll give him that.

I didn’t know what else to say..so I told him I loved him.

He responded in kind..but added “..maybe too much”

What was that supposed to mean?

He read my mind..”I’ve never loved anyone this much. Lisa.  Knowing I won’t see you for 11 weeks, sucks – it really sucks”

I whispered softly “It sucks for me too, baby”

Then silence.

I hate awkward silences (and still hate them to this day), so, I started rambling, which is what I always do when there’s awkward silence.  I can’t help it.

“I bought you a bunch of t-shirts and  sweatshirts at the campus bookstore.  I can mail them to you if you want – one is red with…”

He interrupted..he knew this part of me very well, but couldn’t kiss me to stop it.

“Thank you, sweetheart, but you can give them to me when you see me – I want them from you, not a box”

This was the most uncomfortable conversation I’d ever had with him.  I settled down and responded with an “OK”, feeling beaten.

We said our goodbyes, since the call was about to get very expensive (like I mentioned – lucky college kids with internet and cell phones these days), and made plans for him to call me the following Wednesday.

I sat on my top bunk for a long while – dissecting and analyzing the conversation in my head, interspersed with the infamous mantra I’d been hearing since I arrived..

Those relationships never last..Those relationships never last..Those relationships never last..

Dreamboat called that Wednesday, but it was another awkward conversation.  I had to keep convincing myself he wasn’t a phone person..and to not take it to heart.  We spoke more times, for weeks after, but it was just never the same.  He was hurting, I was hurting.  It had now been almost a month, and the 7 or so weeks left before we’d see each other again seemed like an eternity.

After our last phone call..I felt down for the next couple days – too down..so much so that my energy was sapped.  I wondered if I was falling into a depression.

I ran into hockey guy many times in the quad during those weeks, when he was on his way to hockey practice.  He always found me on the same bench, flipping through my notes before my last class of the day.  One day he convinced me to walk with him to the arena.  I did. It soon became a ritual.  It was always nice to hang out with him..he lifted my spirits.

When the following Friday night came around..I was sick as a dog with a raging cold.  Well, that at least explained why my energy was so low.

My friends from my other dorm/home came by to check on me.  They were going to the pub.  They took along my freshman bunk mate, and soon my two upperclassmen roommates joined them.

I fell asleep…my own snoring, gurgling and runny nose waking me up sporadically.  I finally gave in and took some cold medicine to stop it.  In a short time I felt a little better and started to doze off again, floating on a cloud of crumpled up tissues.

Somewhere in my stuffy head…I heard the phone ringing.  I crawled pathetically to the end of the bed, where one of my new friends put it –  just in case I needed to call anyone, to answer it.

“Hello?” I croaked

“Hey you, I hope you don’t mind me calling, but I just saw your friends down at the pub, asked where you were, and they said you were home sick.  I was worried”

Yep – it was hockey guy.  Why did I smile?

“Yeah..I’ve got a really bad cold.  There was no way I was going out tonight.”

“You want some company?  It stinks being alone when you’re sick”

I couldn’t believe it, but there was the word, spilling effortlessly from my mouth..

“Sure”

“OK..I’ll be there in about 15 minutes”

I started to doze again after we hung up.  What was I doing?  Wait, I did nothing, he was a friend..and it was going to remain that way.  Suddenly I realized how gross I was and jumped out of bed and into the shower.  He’d be here in less than 10 minutes now.

Why did I care??

I started rushing, pulling on a cute pair of jeans and a flattering top..tripping over myself as I hurried.  I had to at least blow dry my hair and put a bit of makeup on to cover my red nose and dark circles.

Why did I care??

There was a knock on the door. I was mortified with my mop of wet hair and sick face.  I had no choice..I had to answer it.

Why did I care??

I opened the door slowly, practically plastering my wet hair over my swollen nose and greenish, wan skin.

Stop it, Lisa…you shouldn’t care how you look, he’s just a friend.

There he stood..with a container of chicken soup in one hand, a flower in the other, wearing a tight, beige V-neck sweater and perfectly worn jeans, which showcased his well-muscled, hockey player thighs and………..flip-flops.

I found the flip-flops..coupled with his sweater and jeans, incredibly endearing.  His upper body was also tight and muscled – but not in any kind of steroidal ‘Schwarzenegger’ way.  This guy was an athlete..a well- chiseled athlete..a manly man in every sense of the word.

Don’t get me wrong, Dreamboat had a great body, but when one is an athlete who  practices and works out every day, there’s not an inch that can be pinched. I could sense a 6-pack beneath his sweater.  Dreamboat had a slight 6-pack, but two beers were missing.  A 4-pack, I guess.

I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, sweet, handsome face, and short, thick, dark curly hair.  He had shaved, and smelled great too.

He immediately commented on my wet hair and scolded me gently, asking where he could find a towel.  When I showed him..he draped it over my head and started ruffling it through my hair…drying it as best as he could..while I sat on a kitchen chair.

“You have a bad cold, Lisa, this is going to make it worse..you didn’t have to shower for me, silly”

I know..why did I?

I just blew my nose and didn’t respond.

This was not good, I was feeling something.  Nothing even remotely close to what I felt with Dreamboat – no jelly legs, no intense butterflies..but it was something.

Part 15 coming soon.