The first recipe for the Phallic Food Diet Cookbook is a delicious and easy to make carrot ginger soup.
I refuse to be one of those people who write a novel before the recipe. I really do not care how much it helps the SEO. You deserve better than that.
So, here is the carrot ginger soup recipe:
Nut and Cream Topped Carrot Ginger Soup
Prep Time: 15 mins
Cook Time: 30 mins
Total Time: 45 mins
Serves 3 to 4
What You Need
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 cup chopped yellow onions
5-6 garlic cloves, smashed
3 heaping cups chopped carrots
1+ tablespoon grated (or chopped fine) fresh ginger (adjust according to taste)
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
Pinch of nutmeg (optional)
Pinch of cayenne pepper (optional)
4 cups vegetable broth
Sea salt and fresh black pepper
For the Nut & Cream Finish (Optional)
Plain greek yogurt (or non-dairy if vegan)
Put Some Nuts in Your Mouth Pecan Pesto (recipe to come next week)
What You Do
Get out a large pot. Put it on the stove. Add olive oil to the pot. Turn the heat up to medium.
Add the onions and a generous pinch of salt and pepper. Cook until softened, stirring occasionally, about 5 minutes.
Add the smashed garlic cloves and chopped carrots to the pot and cook about 8 minutes more, stirring occasionally.
Toss in the ginger, apple cider vinegar, the vegetable broth (and nutmeg, cayenne pepper if using). Reduce to a simmer and cook until the carrots turn from hard to soft, about 30 minutes. (Perfect time to make that Pesto if using)
Let cool slightly.
Transfer to a blender. Blend until smooth. (It certainly may not go super smoothly if it all doesn’t fit in blender at once, but it is worth the mess or the potential investment in an immersion blender.)
Once blended you can re-adjust the seasonings to your taste.
Finally, the fun part!
Pour the carrot ginger soup into a bowl. Take a spoonful of greek yogurt and wap it on top of the soup. Top the creamy yogurt with the Put Some Nuts in Your Mouth Pecan Pesto. Eat. Enjoy. Yum.
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Almost exactly a year ago, on Easter Sunday to be exact, Go Eat A Carrot was born. I had gone on this fabulous rom-com date with a pretty decent dude, where he bought me a very large carrot as a Sin Day Sunday gift.
Later that night I had eaten an edible and instead of putting me to sleep it put me in this weird manic-y state of mind where I stayed up through the evening and came to the conclusion that I needed to start a blog. A blog about the truth, and sex and love and politics and food, but mostly about the truth and mostly about the sex truth. A blog where I told people to “go eat a carrot,” which of course is a triple entendre– my favorite kind of entendre.
It’s been a real fucking crazy year. It has been probably the craziest year of my life. I’m happy to still be alive (most of the time). It’s unclear at this point what’s going to happen with this blog. I said I’d write it for a year and I did. There were times I veered away from the truth because my audience was more concerned with the sex. I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to get back to the root of what this was–which was a way for me to express the bullshit and the beauty going on in my life and to connect with people over topics that we all enjoy exploring.
Anyway, it’s pretty interesting to realize that Easter comes from the Ishtar, the Assyrian and Babylonian goddess of fertility and sex. No wonder I had the idea for a sex blog on Easter. It’s my way of celebrating life. I create these little babies for you all, blog babies.
It’s been a struggle and a learning curve. I’ve had quite a time in this puritanical land talking about sex, even if I’m doing it from a sex positive perspective, on social media sites. I’ve also dealt with A LOT of really dumb DM messages, yet at the same time I’ve talked to some really amazing new people and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
Here are some stats and some learnings from the first year of Go Eat a Carrot and some stats from my sex life during that time.
The night the Nun made a sex tape, the former-NBA player experience, the men capable of giving me multiple orgasms–thank you. Financial domination, monster porn, tentacle porn. Quick mental connections that end in friendships that actually last. Old friends returning to the story. Figuring out my patterns and ending them.
Sex Lowlights: The men who couldn’t, wouldn’t get me off. Dog porn. The toy with the app that failed to work. The guy who didn’t share his food the next morning, fuck that guy. The manboys who went back with their exes (yes, there were more than one). The Sociopath, enough said.
The Hard (and soft) Lessons I’ve Learned:
Yes, I fell in love with a sociopath. I don’t talk about it much, mostly because it’s clear this guy is still stalking me and I don’t really want to add more fuel to the fire, but it was quite an ordeal that I’m still working through. For months I was furious. Not only angry at him but angry at myself.
The thing is, I’m working on forgiveness. Not because that’s what Jesus would do, but because it’s the only way I am going to be able to move on with my life. I can’t be mad at a monster for acting like a monster. I can’t be mad at myself for falling for a monster, because the truth of the matter there’s a little bit of monster in all of us.
Yes, I was drawn to the danger, the mystery, the excitement. Yes, I enjoyed the drama… until it went too far. I learned so much about myself from the experience though. I learned that I am stronger than I thought. I learned that I would rather be alive than walk around dead all the time. I learned what I definitely do not want in my relationships and I learned how to run away from red flags the moment they start waving their redness in front of me.
I also have learned what I do want. Stability, strength, simplicity. A balance of masculinity and femininity. Honesty. Truth. Fragility. Vulnerability. I want to be held with kindness, care, concern. I want to receive as much as I give– and I am quite a giver.
I’m not playing games anymore. Save the drama for your mama or anyone else that isn’t me because, nah. I’m done with that bullshit.
If people can’t handle it, if they can’t handle me, or they don’t want to put in the work, then guess what? They can just go eat a carrot.
That whole thing has been really fucking hard. It ripped me apart. It dragged me under and I started to drown. Everything else this past year has been minuscule in comparison; the men who left me for their exes, the ghosts, the guy with the girlfriend, the one nights stands that left me bored and unsatisfied, the time-wasters and super-pervs– nothing has come close to that pain and that torment. It’s my goal to make sure it never does again. Mindfuck me once, that’s all I need to never get mindfucked again.
Sure, I danced with the devil, but I knew he was the devil the entire time. The thing is, he wasn’t that good of a dancer and so I’ll just keep dancing on my own. No one can step on my feet that way.
Thanks for all the support for this past year–whether you’re a regular reader, a friend, a regular friend reader, I have appreciated you being there.
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What better day to masturbate than the day after the weekend. You know that entire weekend where you didn’t get laid at all?! Or maybe you did– and now you have something to think about while you masturbate instead of just looking at porn hub. Either way, Monday is the perfect day to masturbate. Actually, any day ending in a Y is a good day to masturbate, but Monday and Masturbate both start with an M, so here we are, because … MMMMMM.
What is masturbation exactly?
Well, it’s different for every person out there, but essentially it’s when you take the time to pleasure yourself in a sexual manner. Does eating ice cream on the couch while watching Broad City count as masturbation?! I don’t know, did you experience any sort of orgasmic pleasure during the event? If so then yes, if not it’s perhaps is just pleasure for pleasure’s sake.
Why would a person masturbate?
Did you know that there are like a least three dozen reasons?
Some benefits of masturbation include:
Strengthens Your Pelvic Floor
Relieves Menstrual Cramps
Improves Your Immune System
Gets You More Intune With Your Body
Oh, and you also get to have an orgasm without anyone else there to witness your O face. Oooo yes.
Plus, no one is there to give you an STI or look at you funny while you making those weird dolphin shrieks that for some reason get you off.
Yes, yes, yes! There are many reasons to masturbate. And now, every Monday I will be exploring the different realms of masturbation, from sex toy reviews to funny stories, to tips and tricks about getting off so you can move on with your day (or just go to sleep sooner).
You can now trade with me! That’s right, from panties to pics to private convos, there’s something for everyone to get from me (if the price is right)! Check out my support page to get even closer to me (and help Go Eat a Carrot and Krystal herself continue to live on.)
Let’s all show ourselves some more love, yeah?
Happy Masturbation Monday 🙂
May is also National Masturbation Month. I know I’m a little behind the times, but stay tuned next week for my favorite vibrator review!
Krystal Says Goodbye to Her Liberal Identity and Hello to Pleasure
Here enjoy my manic breakdown episodes from a few days ago. I explain how I got to this point below in a long-winded story. I’ll be posting videos for the next 30 days, starting today.
Breakdown 1: Fuck
(It’s not easy being honest with the world)
Breakdown 2: How a Blow Job Opened My Throat Chakra.
Breakdown 3: Goodbye Hats, Goodbye Guilt
(aka let’s all get slutty)
Breakdown 4: This is what Mania Looks Like
(aka go take a nap)
Here’s how this all unfolded. I was in bed, depressed for like the 10,000th day of my life and I was thinking about how there was this conspiracy theory post that said, “If the government wants to take your guns then you probably need a gun.” It was weird because it was clearly a Republican-leaning person posting that meme but I still resonated with it and sort of wanted to go buy a gun.
I thought back to all of my beliefs I’ve had throughout my life. What had gotten me to that point where I was actually listening to the other side? Through a series of thoughts, I decided that maybe I was no longer a liberal after all. It didn’t necessarily have to do with guns either. Admittedly Roseanne was the last straw. I was on Instagram and I saw a post where Republicans were complaining about liberals complaining about Roseanne. I watched the show and realized that both sides were right and wrong at the same time and that I could agree and disagree with both sides equally.
Roseanne is a situational comedy. That means in 20 minutes they have to solve a situation (and do so in a funny way). And can you believe that a show was able to resolve one of the biggest situations we’ve faced in the last year? That of people no longer speaking to each other because of their political beliefs?
Yet, both sides were pissed about how the show did it.
It was at that point when I knew I could no longer label myself one way or the other. That I had to either go to the middle ground or become an outlier altogether. Instead of being liberal or conservative I instead want to align myself with the open-minded.
The real, truly open-minded. People who willing listen to all sides of an issue and can understand where all sides are coming from while still maintaining their own voice and opinions on the issue.
As this revelation came to me, so too did my guilt from the last 30+ years disappear and most importantly, my depression. I no longer feel dead inside.
Besides the obvious divisive political issues that the two parties constantly argue over, what came up for me once I released the label was an ability to better own my sexuality.
I believe that pleasure is an important element for a healthy existence. How one explores pleasure is up to the individual, but for me, with my background in feminism and liberalism, it has always been difficult to admit that I LIKE COCK. I enjoy spending time with men and with women and the beautiful people in between. I enjoy sex. And though so many liberals claim to be sex-positive, many define sex-positive in a very specific way.
A friend made a comment to me about how all the dudes on tinder just want to “get their carrots wet.” I had never heard anyone refer to a dick as a carrot. The next day I was at the Denver Central Market when I saw a basket full of the biggest carrots I had ever seen in my life. I told my date how excited I was to see such large carrots. He said he’d buy me one and I said if he did I would, “fuck that carrot.”
Suddenly there was the largest girthiest dildo-looking carrot in my hand. We continued on our date. It was evening by this point, we had both eaten an edible and were in bed together doing sexy things. The carrot was looking at us. I picked it up. I realized we hadn’t eaten in hours. I looked at the carrot. I looked at my date. I bit the tip of the carrot off.
Because sometimes you’re hungry for carrot and sometimes you’re hungry for dick and sometimes it’s funny to call a dick a carrot and then put it in your mouth.
If that carrot-dick opens up your throat chakra and then the edible keeps you up all night with thoughts on how you have to TELL THE WORLD YOU LOVE CARROTS then you might end up doing what I’m about to do for the next 30 days, which is tell you everything I know/think about politics and sex. It’s not a lot, hence why I’m doing it for 30 days (and also I have commitment issues). While I’m doing this I want to hear from you too. Comment, troll me if it gets you off. Let’s have a conversation about all of this. I can be wrong. I can be right. In the end, it doesn’t matter as long as we all are happy eating our carrots or peaches or whatever we like to stick in our mouths, which can be nothing at all too.
Together we will go on an adventure into the truth. My truth. Your truth. How the truth changes.
I’ve decided to go ALL In. That is I’m going to give you my maximum truth and I want you to tell me yours, that way we can learn and grow together.
About a week ago I decided to shed my liberal label. No longer will I align with any side. Instead, I choose to be open to the possibilities. I’m here to talk and to listen. I am here to be right and wrong and maybe to somehow be right and wrong at the same time.
Here’s what I currently believe.
I believe people should be open to all perspectives while maintaining their own integrity and voice.
I believe people should enjoy the pleasures in life. If you want to have sex–have sex. If you like dick–eat more dick. If you like pussy–eat more pussy. If you like getting high and eating carrots then go eat a fucking carrot.
Shed your guilt.
Embrace the truth of who you are.
I’ve studied sexuality and relationships in school. I’ve worked at a sex toy store. I’ve gone on hundreds of tinder dates and had sex with pretty close to that same number of people. I am an expert slut–and yet I know next to nothing. The world is vast and full of so much information. But I’ll tell you I never felt freer than the moment I admitted that I liked to suck cock and could no longer align myself with the guilt of the liberal agenda.
This does not mean I am now a Republican or Conservative or Libertarian or any of that. The only thing I am is open.
Open to learn. Open to talk candidly about sex, politics, and everything & anything else I feel like talking because I’m so fucking over it.
For the next 30 days, I’m going to post at least one video a day. Somedays I may post a fuck ton. Some days I may post a video about not posting a video. Somedays I’ll have makeup on my face, other days I will not. Some days I’ll be profound and some days I’ll be stupid.
I will offend everyone at least once. Please call me out. I am not afraid of your opinion. If you get off on trolling people, troll away. I am not scared of trolls. In fact, I used to collect trolls when I was a child; the more trolls the better. Troll-on trolls. And also, fuck you.
For the last 15+ years, I’ve felt dead inside. It was only when I decided to say everything I thought because I had nothing left to lose that I finally felt alive again.
So here are my thoughts. Somethings are the truth. Other things are just my truth and the truth changes. It’s OKAY to change your mind. It’s OKAY to be wrong.
And with that. Let us carry on and begin.
The Truth Hurts. The Truth Will Set You Free. Blah Blah. Go Eat a Carrot.