Bistro Bijou

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I do. Yum. In fact, Yum Yum.



When are you serving? Are we all invited?



Success!!! Huzzah!!! And who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

Well if you can make it here by around 7 pm est tomorrow, I'm thinking a risotto and a salad and then panne cotta with strawberries. Bring some Prosecco, k? ;)
 
you never saw this.

I have a confession to make I don't actually know who Will is!

Nope. Not me. :)

I have had the most beautiful afternoon/evening. It's actually really springlike here today, enough so that we could go out in shorts! (My legs were cold, but still...). We went to this amazing Italian specialty store that opened not too far from us recently. Real buffalo mozzarella, San Marzano tomatoes, the most wonderful cheeses fresh cut from wheels: parm-reggiano, ricotta salada, grana padano. I got good olive oil and balsemic vinegar, mascarpone cheese, capers and pine nuts. Oh god I'm in heaven. Tomorrow I think I'll make panne cotta with strawberries and a leetle balsemic. Did I mention the imported arborio rice? I feel like I died and went to....Venice? No! New Jersey! :D

Oh my! Am so buying my ticket right now!

NOT true. I liked it so much I had to go make a couple of calls on the Princess Phone. Just got back. Now going away again.

Yum. So there.

bj


eta: Homburg, just saw your new sig line.
In here you're Hat-boy, Hommie to some, and that's just how it is. My job is to give nicknames whenever possible.

I'm still working on nicknames for Anschul and UYS. they're tougher. You were easy.

Are you easy Homb?
 
Well if you can make it here by around 7 pm est tomorrow, I'm thinking a risotto and a salad and then panne cotta with strawberries. Bring some Prosecco, k? ;)

Well let's see...I could make it there by seven if I...get day care for the two girls, arrange for and deliver to a kennel the dogs (two wild as hogs German Shorthaired Pointers) who will actually take them, find a gas station with gas under three-fifty a gallon, and leave right NOW...
 
Well if you can make it here by around 7 pm est tomorrow, I'm thinking a risotto and a salad and then panne cotta with strawberries. Bring some Prosecco, k? ;)

Damn. Damn damn damn damn that sounds good.

Here's the dream. You, ee and Anschul can share chef duties in the Bistro. Every day you just figure out what you're in the mood for and write it on the chalkboard, and that's what we have, aside from some bistro-like standards, like croissants and crepes and dessert and fruit and cheese plates. You all make exhorbitant amounts of money, and we have a full bar and complete coffee house 24/7. I get to be the bartender and have private personal interviews with all the potential baristas, who will be wild, thorny young revolutionary poets with pink and green hair and lots of piercings.

You in?

I have a confession to make I don't actually know who Will is!

that's cause it's a secret. nobody wants to actually be associated with a freak like me. so shhhhhh.

What? Again?

Yes. Again. It'll be way cooler this time, I promise.

I've done it! I can now change pixels .. see new avatar and yes it is me lol

Sayyyyyy. Hawt. Do you like girls?

*reckless eyebrows*

bj
 
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I get to be the bartender and have private personal interviews with all the potential baristas, who will be wild, thorny young revolutionary poets with pink and green hair and lots of piercings.
Well, no barristaing for me then... I can't have piercings, I don't wear pink and acid green very well... well, two outta seven prerequisites...
 
Funny you should ask there was one (or maybe two) rather enjoyable episodes in my wayward past but I had been smoking some curious herbal cigarette
 
Damn. Damn damn damn damn that sounds good.

Here's the dream. You, ee and Anschul can share chef duties in the Bistro. Every day you just figure out what you're in the mood for and write it on the chalkboard, and that's what we have, aside from some bistro-like standards, like croissants and crepes and dessert and fruit and cheese plates. You all make exhorbitant amounts of money, and we have a full bar and complete coffee house 24/7. I get to be the bartender and have private personal interviews with all the potential baristas, who will be wild, thorny young revolutionary poets with pink and green hair and lots of piercings.

You in?
<snip>

bj

ee will cook, and he likes cooking but prepare to have a) a lot of chicken (his fave) and b) have everything liberally dosed with cayenne cause he lurves that. Personally, I think he'd be happier in the house band. ;)

Well, no barristaing for me then... I can't have piercings, I don't wear pink and acid green very well... well, two outta seven prerequisites...

My ears are pierced. That's it. And I have no tattoos, either. Not my thing. Wanna cook? Or I think you should be running the poetry slams. Our Champster of Ceremonies. :D

Funny you should ask there was one (or maybe two) rather enjoyable episodes in my wayward past but I had been smoking some curious herbal cigarette

You look soooo gawgeous in that av!
 
My ears are pierced. That's it. And I have no tattoos, either. Not my thing. Wanna cook? Or I think you should be running the poetry slams. Our Champster of Ceremonies. :D
Funny you bring up the tattoo... I think our barrista is hiding behind Eve's tattoo. I'll have a mocha latte with Jami-san cookies... <yum> and speaking of yummy... Our very own UYS is right on that cookie sheet too.
 
Well, no barristaing for me then... I can't have piercings, I don't wear pink and acid green very well... well, two outta seven prerequisites...

You can be a barista if you want. I won't even make too many passes at you. I just think we need to keep the kids around, to keep us honest and energized, and to let us get all smug and ageist occasionally.

Funny you should ask there was one (or maybe two) rather enjoyable episodes in my wayward past but I had been smoking some curious herbal cigarette

Debauchery? Drugs? Kinkiness? I refuse to believe this. I mean, lookit that AV, all innocent and cute and stuff.

ee will cook, and he likes cooking but prepare to have a) a lot of chicken (his fave) and b) have everything liberally dosed with cayenne cause he lurves that. Personally, I think he'd be happier in the house band. ;)



My ears are pierced. That's it. And I have no tattoos, either. Not my thing. Wanna cook? Or I think you should be running the poetry slams. Our Champster of Ceremonies. :D

EE can bee whereever hee is happieest. And I love the idea of Champie as coordinator of poetry slams.

But we have to find DeepAsleep for those too - he can headline.

*sigh* I miss that raised, clenched fist of his.

bj
 
You can be a barista if you want. I won't even make too many passes at you. I just think we need to keep the kids around, to keep us honest and energized, and to let us get all smug and ageist occasionally.



Debauchery? Drugs? Kinkiness? I refuse to believe this. I mean, lookit that AV, all innocent and cute and stuff.



EE can bee whereever hee is happieest. And I love the idea of Champie as coordinator of poetry slams.

But we have to find DeepAsleep for those too - he can headline.

*sigh* I miss that raised, clenched fist of his.

bj

He'll be back. He loves us and he knows it. And we love him. Wish we could get Denis Hale to come by and spin a yarn for us, too. That boy can weave him some words. :)
 
I want to officaly apply to be a barista I will wear blue and green in my hair, but all my pericicngs will have to be in my ears, or otherwise away from my face, I dont much care for facial pericings. I will however laugh, and sing, and dance, and of course flirt, tempt and tease, all things that good food service people know how to do. I can help a little in the kitchen, but only afternoons through nights, I am NOT a morning person! Some one else gets to run that shift.
 
I had some pseudo-humourous comment to make, but rampant desire to boot one of my kids across the room is suppressing my funny gland.
 
I've done it! I can now change pixels .. see new avatar and yes it is me lol

Hey... You've done it!!! Huzzah!!!

And by the way,
bj, put up a schedule, tell me when I'm cooking, and I'll whip up sensational chicken things (and other things that taste just like chicken, with plenty of hot sauce.
Although, there's already a lot of hot sauce in the bistro already (see the new UYS).

I'll spend the rest of my time cooing with the baristas, hoping to get lucky. Maybe a sweet poem would work. See what we can do.

And can I hide behind Eve's tattoo? I'll show her mine.

A
 
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Funny you bring up the tattoo... I think our barrista is hiding behind Eve's tattoo. I'll have a mocha latte with Jami-san cookies... <yum> and speaking of yummy... Our very own UYS is right on that cookie sheet too.

She is a cookie, that one. And my Jami-san cookies didn't turn out as well as they might because he refused to model his naughty bits for me so I could get them right.

That d'pends. Do you bite the heads off gingerbread men first or is it the other bits?

Personally, I just lick mine till they get all mushy.

I want to officaly apply to be a barista I will wear blue and green in my hair, but all my pericicngs will have to be in my ears, or otherwise away from my face, I dont much care for facial pericings. I will however laugh, and sing, and dance, and of course flirt, tempt and tease, all things that good food service people know how to do. I can help a little in the kitchen, but only afternoons through nights, I am NOT a morning person! Some one else gets to run that shift.

There do seem to be some morning people around here. I see evidence of their chipperness when I drag my ass in at 3 pm.

Piercings aren't necessary. I just find myself resigned to them; they're everywhere with the kids these days. But I bet you'd look just kicky with pink hair.

I had some pseudo-humourous comment to make, but rampant desire to boot one of my kids across the room is suppressing my funny gland.

Well, your specialty is restraint... I've always felt that small children ought to be tied to chairs most of the time.

Hey... You've done it!!! Huzzah!!!

*anschul.... anschul.... can't just call him A, that's boring. Antsy? Shularama?.... hmmmm.... *

Hi! Havin' the usual tonight?

This puts me in mind of a random survey question, and this is for everyone but especially A-bomb:

Nicknames. Yours. Tell me about them. Favorite? Sexiest? Most embarassing? Nicknames you wish someone had given you? And so on.

I'll start. Favorites: Varmint and Stinky. Sexiest? Hoover. Most embarassing? Poodle. (not because of hair) Wish list? Well, once I got referred to, after a particularly vociferous bout of recycling education at a festival, as the Nazi Dumpster Goddess. I wish everyone would call me that always.

And pretty damn fond of the name bijou. Ever more so.

bj
 
Well. Dinner is served. Risotto al porcini , prosciutto wrapped asparagus and fennel-carrot slaw. Fresh minted fruit with honey vanilla mascarpone for dessert. Don't forget to tip your waitron.

Nicknames? My parents called me Sheishela (some Yiddish thing) and Moische Kapoyer (a Yiddish folk figure who was known for doing everything backwards).

ee calls me honeypie, sweetiepie, cutie, lover, darlin, all the good names. I prefer them to Moische Kapoyer. ;)
 
"honey vanilla mascarpone for dessert" I don't know what that is, but it sounds decadent!

It is! The key thing to know about mascarpone is that it's the sweet creamy cheese used inside a cannoli. Yummy, huh?
 
Well, your specialty is restraint... I've always felt that small children ought to be tied to chairs most of the time.

In this case the restraint practised was self-

:mad:

This puts me in mind of a random survey question, and this is for everyone but especially A-bomb:

Nicknames. Yours. Tell me about them. Favorite? Sexiest? Most embarassing? Nicknames you wish someone had given you? And so on.

bj

Hmm, I've had nicknames my whole life. My dad nicknamed me Tiger when I was a day old and still in the hospital basinet. It seems I was significantly louder than my fellows, and "yowling like a tiger". I'm in my mid-30's and he still calls me that, as does my mom.

Butch (stupid), "stunt-double for a half-ogre", "that motherfucker!", Sadistic Bastard (wife gave me a handkerchief with that embroidered on it), Uncle Homburg or Uncle Hommy on here...

Sexiest was easily "Oh, you're the guy with the tongue" said by a girlfriend's co-worker in a very heated purr. That became my moniker at her workplace. :eek:

And then there are the important ones. "Papa" by my kids, and the two listed in my sig. :heart:
 
In this case the restraint practised was self-

:mad:



Hmm, I've had nicknames my whole life. My dad nicknamed me Tiger when I was a day old and still in the hospital basinet. It seems I was significantly louder than my fellows, and "yowling like a tiger". I'm in my mid-30's and he still calls me that, as does my mom.

Butch (stupid), "stunt-double for a half-ogre", "that motherfucker!", Sadistic Bastard (wife gave me a handkerchief with that embroidered on it), Uncle Homburg or Uncle Hommy on here...

Sexiest was easily "Oh, you're the guy with the tongue" said by a girlfriend's co-worker in a very heated purr. That became my moniker at her workplace. :eek:

And then there are the important ones. "Papa" by my kids, and the two listed in my sig. :heart:


I was just perusing your ropework photos, and you really are an artist homie. Some very creative stuff you're doing.

:rose:
 
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