Bistro Bijou

[champagne1982]

Cutting your knee? Ouch. Serious ouch. No hope for a scope? (hey--that rhymes...)And a Mini? oooooooooohh!! I'm thinkin' about ya'!

Well, sure the scope is a hope as long as I'm on the right dope. When he did the graft for my ACL I was given an epidural. It was great as long as I was sleeping through the Benadryl but when I woke up I had my standard allergic reaction to morphine (I'd told them this would happen but my concerns were poo-poo'd). It was so bad that for 24 hours post op (even with Benadryl shots every 8 hours) my eyeballs, the roof of my mouth and inside my ears itched. I'm sure my pussy was, too, except I couldn't feel anything below my waist for about 20 hours after surgery.

The problem is that I've got a floating mass of something that broke away in my right knee when I was having physio for my post op recovery of the left... This is complicated by the fact that I had major surgery on my right after a skiing injury (ACL and double menisectomy) so, if something's floating in there, it's not good.

I've learned to accept the fact that I'm so incredibly unique that any complication that can happen, will. I should change my name to Murphy and make sure my doctors are all put on notice to expect the unexpected.

I love that you all are concerned about my stuff. If I didn't have new ears to fill with this stuff I'm betting I'd explode (or at least everyone around me would ). Your kindness and wishes are always welcome and I'm betting I'll see more than a few of you in Nirvana with me some day, we've got such good karma 'round here.

 

[champagne1982]

And yesssssssssssss, I've got a Mini.. my reward for living through heart surgery #2. I wrote this when I was shopping for it, back in 2007. It's on the 30/30 thread.

2-1-14

Mini's Mini

I've got my heart set
on a little silver-grey
bullet that will speed
me into tomorrow.

The Italian Job's
got nothin' on
this little Cooper.

Hush, and let me dream
of sinking into soft heated
leather bucket seats
at full cruise in overdrive.

A straight Alberta road
drags me to anywhere
but down. An adventure
on four wheels
a hundred and sixty-plus
horses
and a steering wheel.

They better not have sold
it to someone else.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You could start him off with a lesson on denial.

How's the magpies, dear? Hope you got at least an apology.

I haven't seen the guy to even complain about it let alone get an apology ... the magpies are still coming to my bird table so I am hoping they haven't desserted built of strong stuff my magpies yesterday I was putting out kibbled peanuts and felt the flap of wings and one nearly landed on my head in its eagerness to get to it .... was like something out of 'Birds' lol

I have been informed today that I have Osteopenia and have to be careful not to full over and risk breaking bones so there go those drunken nights out and swinging from the chandeliers in the bedroom. I have been advised to learn Tai Chi so I have got to go and read up on it

 

[unpredictablebijou]

There is a world and a lovetime of support in this Bistro. It's like you get an appetizer of flirt in a sexy sauce, followed by a course of common sense with affection on the side. Dessert comes on a platter of morality and comfort served with an aperitif of promise. It doesn't cost much to dine here, it's affordable to anyone with a poem in their pocket and a need for company.

Champie, I hope you don't mind but I've taken this and copied it to the Bistro Post #1 as our first official restaurant review.

Wow what a weekend. Those of you watching the weather channel will know what we encountered here in eastern Kansas. Drama, weather and a primarily fabulous time, although there was SO much drama it may continue for months. Details are boring and complex and unimportant. Suffice it to say that I believe the Shiny Object had a stellar time in her first experience being a Pirate Wench. And she looked GREAT.

And I think I actually managed to get my feet clean, on the third attempt. To say it was muddy out there would be rather an understatement.

Now to the Bistro - I'm busily making a new little area in a corner somewhere for "prayer requests", though my definition of "prayer" is rather more loose and radical than most. I was struck, in catching up on the thread just now, by the incredible compassion here, the true, personal care we evidence for one another.

You people continue to astound me with the capacity and generosity of both your hearts and your minds. I have been once again filled with gratitude for this community as I've read through the past few days of posts.

Thou art that.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

We shall have harmony .. so mote it be

 

[unpredictablebijou]

We shall have harmony .. so mote it be

*grinning like a maniac*

WORD, baby.

that's an adorable picture of you, by the way. You have a great smile.

bj

 

[Angeline]

By the way, folks, I neglected to mention, If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it to yourself to check out Angie's Kitchen, the brand-spankin'-newly designed, slicker'n shit Blog. And while you're at it, check out my newly posted Savory Florentine Cheesecake and my take on Tomato Gravy (that's what we used to call spaghetti sauce). It's a short tutorial on the perfect Marinara Sauce. Check it out.

Merci Cheffiness. I didn't think anyone would notice the redesign (i.e., me learning how to use the Vox blog settings). I'm just getting cranked up on that blog; there will be much, much more there over time. I'm going to add to it tonight or tomorrow and will shill shamelessly for it then.

Everyone where I come from calls tomato sauce "gravy." It's sort of in line with the notion that sauces are really condiments (I think the Italian for sauce is condimento, though I could have hallucinated that factoid--I sometimes do lol). E-dub thought I was nuts the first time I told him I was making pasta with "gravy."

*grinning like a maniac*

WORD, baby.

that's an adorable picture of you, by the way. You have a great smile.

bj

Avast you Bijou! Bout time you came home.

Dinner tonight is bbq'd chicken (courtesy of the Mr. Eyez), corn roasted with compound butter, green beans and carrots sauteed with ginger, garlic, honey and chili paste and chocolate walnut brownies for dessert. Who's hungry?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*grinning like a maniac*

WORD, baby.

that's an adorable picture of you, by the way. You have a great smile.

bj

WORD? Says she looking dense and scratching head .. what have I done now?

*Waggles bare shoulder (how far down is bare?) and smiles coyly*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

WORD? Says she looking dense and scratching head .. what have I done now?

*Waggles bare shoulder (how far down is bare?) and smiles coyly*

That's what we gangstas say when we agree fiercely with what you have just said.

First it was "word to your mother," then "word up" and now it's just "word."

you're cute when you're coy.

And yep, Ange, I'm hungry.

Just had a judgmental, pompous, patronizing, Sedona new-age 11:11 super-mystical asswipe crystal weenie motherfucker come in here and start talking down my State. 'oh, Kansas is full of idiot rednecks and fundamentalists and if you eat meat then you're a brute and blah blah blah' thinking I was going to agree with him because of the nature of the shop.

I was polite at first, and suggested that maybe he should live here for a while like I did and get to know the people before he started judging them, because there are some incredible folks here. He kept on, 'oh no this whole state is just full of idiots and Republicans and morons and people who cut the heads off of baby cows' so told him to get the fuck out out of my shop. In fact I used that exact phrase. I'm still all torqued up.

I'm sure he'll go back to his super-holy arizona vortex of neo-tantric weekend workshops for over-priveleged rich white yoga fanatics who are "into" feng shui with a firmer opinion of what morons we are out here. How dare I suggest he not judge an entire State after living here three whole weeks.

So I'm burning incense to get the stink out and then I'm off to dinner.

argh. arrrr. Avast.

bj

 

[Anschul]

Dinner tonight is bbq'd chicken (courtesy of the Mr. Eyez), corn roasted with compound butter, green beans and carrots sauteed with ginger, garlic, honey and chili paste and chocolate walnut brownies for dessert. Who's hungry?

Me! Me! Mi mi mi mi mi!* ...gets into this operatic thingie at the mention of gravy... *

That's what we gangstas say when we agree fiercely with what you have just said.

First it was "word to your mother," then "word up" and now it's just "word."

you're cute when you're coy.

And yep, Ange, I'm hungry.

Just had a judgmental, pompous, patronizing, Sedona new-age 11:11 super-mystical asswipe crystal weenie motherfucker come in here and start talking down my State. 'oh, Kansas is full of idiot rednecks and fundamentalists and if you eat meat then you're a brute and blah blah blah' thinking I was going to agree with him because of the nature of the shop.

I was polite at first, and suggested that maybe he should live here for a while like I did and get to know the people before he started judging them, because there are some incredible folks here. He kept on, 'oh no this whole state is just full of idiots and Republicans and morons and people who cut the heads off of baby cows' so told him to get the fuck out out of my shop. In fact I used that exact phrase. I'm still all torqued up.

I'm sure he'll go back to his super-holy arizona vortex of neo-tantric weekend workshops for over-priveleged rich white yoga fanatics who are "into" feng shui with a firmer opinion of what morons we are out here. How dare I suggest he not judge an entire State after living here three whole weeks.

So I'm burning incense to get the stink out and then I'm off to dinner.

argh. arrrr. Avast.

bj

BJ, didn't you recognize me? That was me, busting on Kansas!!

WORD? Says she looking dense and scratching head .. what have I done now?

*Waggles bare shoulder (how far down is bare?) and smiles coyly*

I never even noticed the smile...I was too busy staring at the shoulder and beyond.

 

[sassynyc]

Dinner tonight is bbq'd chicken (courtesy of the Mr. Eyez), corn roasted with compound butter, green beans and carrots sauteed with ginger, garlic, honey and chili paste and chocolate walnut brownies for dessert. Who's hungry?

ms. ange, the renovations to the kitchen are coming along fabulously
(although i thought the original model was super cute)
tonight's menu sounds great. save me a plate
btw, what kind of compound butter did you guys make? that stuff is priceless
i think i probably get as much a kick out of making it as i do using it.

That's what we gangstas say when we agree fiercely with what you have just said.

First it was "word to your mother," then "word up" and now it's just "word."

bj

*approaches the mic...sends a shout out to Kansas, throwing up a mid-west sign*

see, this is among the plethora of reasons why you're so loved around here. your versatility is unrivaled. i don't know many people that can translate "hood" and wax poetic on the properties of tiger eye....all the while facilitating amoral squalor in it's many fabulous forms. good to have you back. your presence was missed.

hmmm...now i'm thinkin'. the west side has their "W". the mid-west doesn't have a sign yet. (i was trying to picture what it would look like when i wrote the above) i think you owe it to Kansas and your neighbors to come up with a sign y'all can throw up at parties while screaming "Mid Weeest"

rep yo' set!

 

[RhymeSmith]

Waking and Sleeping

OK. It's still the 27th, and I got my STC entry in. It ain't much, but it's right here.

 

[Angeline]

ms. ange, the renovations to the kitchen are coming along fabulously
(although i thought the original model was super cute)
tonight's menu sounds great. save me a plate
btw, what kind of compound butter did you guys make? that stuff is priceless
i think i probably get as much a kick out of making it as i do using it.


*approaches the mic...sends a shout out to Kansas, throwing up a mid-west sign*

see, this is among the plethora of reasons why you're so loved around here. your versatility is unrivaled. i don't know many people that can translate "hood" and wax poetic on the properties of tiger eye....all the while facilitating amoral squalor in it's many fabulous forms. good to have you back. your presence was missed.

hmmm...now i'm thinkin'. the west side has their "W". the mid-west doesn't have a sign yet. (i was trying to picture what it would look like when i wrote the above) i think you owe it to Kansas and your neighbors to come up with a sign y'all can throw up at parties while screaming "Mid Weeest"

rep yo' set!

The compound butter is nothing so special. I take a half cup of unsalted butter and mix it with sea salt, cracked peppercorns and chopped parsely. Then I reform it and refridgerate it. Sometimes I put other things in like lime juice or cayenne peppers or whatever, but this time I wanted something simple for corn. And I figured we can use the rest with steamed veggies. We have them almost every night for dinner; either broccoli or squash or whatever veg is on sale at the supermarket that week. That is one of E-dub's very good habits that I've gotten into, too.

PS Check Radio Jezebel: I put a set in there for you.

 

[Eluard]

That's what we gangstas say when we agree fiercely with what you have just said.

First it was "word to your mother," then "word up" and now it's just "word."



argh. arrrr. Avast.

bj

Ah that explains that then — had no clue on the genesis. TY.

 

[loststar]

hello everyone! I've missed you, sorry its taken so long to get back, but my computer is having emotional issues, and its driving me crazy. I actually cant express how much calmer reading this thread makes me. It really makes my heart swell to see every one here. The weekend was awesome, and I will be posting poetry shortly, but I have tons of online errands before I get to post, so I am off for the moment, I wish every one the best of luck, and I hope its not too late but i am posting a poem for ron in the sleeping and waking thread. UYS I am sending you my best wishes.

 

[sassynyc]

The compound butter is nothing so special. I take a half cup of unsalted butter and mix it with sea salt, cracked peppercorns and chopped parsely. Then I reform it and refridgerate it. Sometimes I put other things in like lime juice or cayenne peppers or whatever, but this time I wanted something simple for corn. And I figured we can use the rest with steamed veggies. We have them almost every night for dinner; either broccoli or squash or whatever veg is on sale at the supermarket that week. That is one of E-dub's very good habits that I've gotten into, too.

PS Check Radio Jezebel: I put a set in there for you.

"le sigh" you're the best ange. killer set over @ Radio Jezebel.
thanx a bunch.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*approaches the mic...sends a shout out to Kansas, throwing up a mid-west sign*

see, this is among the plethora of reasons why you're so loved around here. your versatility is unrivaled. i don't know many people that can translate "hood" and wax poetic on the properties of tiger eye....all the while facilitating amoral squalor in it's many fabulous forms. good to have you back. your presence was missed.

hmmm...now i'm thinkin'. the west side has their "W". the mid-west doesn't have a sign yet. (i was trying to picture what it would look like when i wrote the above) i think you owe it to Kansas and your neighbors to come up with a sign y'all can throw up at parties while screaming "Mid Weeest"

rep yo' set!

Golly. Shucks. *shuffling feet* thanks!

O we got a gang sign in the Midwest. Here's how you do it: cross the two middle fingers of each hand. Now you aim one set of fingers up and one down: et le voila: an M and a W. Midwest yo, represent!

However, I've invented something more specific, since I'm particularly all about being from Kansas and the Heartland. It's just an American Sign Language "K" held over the heart.

Kansas Heartland, yo. Word. To your mother, even.

Though I'm enough of a midwest geek to be particularly excited when someone from NYC says she thinks I'm cool...

o what a fabulous place this is. And a fine day, so far. UYS' update on Ron cheers me considerably.

How y'all doin'?

bj

 

[Anschul]

So good to have you back, BJ. In honor of your appearance here tonight, I'm grillin', and we brought in a selection of beers from the Free State Brewing Company. I am whipping Key lime pies for dessert. We'll say a quick grace for Ron and Annie, and then on with the show.

And then, BJ will regale us with tales of her weekend of debauchery. Word!

 

[Homburg]

I need sleep.

Sleep and functional AC.

Sleep and functional AC and a better job.

Yeah, sleep and functional AC and a better job and a little reassurance.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

So good to have you back, BJ. In honor of your appearance here tonight, I'm grillin', and we brought in a selection of beers from the Free State Brewing Company. I am whipping Key lime pies for dessert. We'll say a quick grace for Ron and Annie, and then on with the show.

And then, BJ will regale us with tales of her weekend of debauchery. Word!

We'll turn you into a propa gansta yet, dollface.

I'll think of some tales in a bit; it was a somewhat more dramatic weekend than I had expected, and the tales differ from the usual. But meanwhile, I know there are some 'car people' in here and I need advice on a compliment I'm trying to construct, cause I don't know from cars.

I need a metaphorical car that looks muscular, looks tough and sorta thick and basic, not some fruity low-slung Italian sportscar, but a good solid frame. But it's a car that could perform like a motherfucker, like a Lamborghini, if you decided to take it up a mountain road and around some serious hairpin turns.

The one I want to compliment is no little skinny sportscar. He's a nice big strong muscle car. But on a wild mountain road at 120 mph, he can hug the turns and stick to the road like a Ghia. Kicks ass in the straightaway, too. He could take anybody out in the quarter mile.

So what car expresses that, you cool car people?

bj

eta: still out of it, so just noticed the reference to Free State Brewery.

I have been known to indulge in their Oatmeal Stout, when faced with a lack of Guinness. And their Crimsonberry is the only ale I've ever liked. It's also got a rep on campus as being the "get your sorority girl drunk" beer of choice.

woot for you, chefzilla. I already knew I adored you.

 

[Shankara20]

I need sleep.

Sleep and functional AC.

Sleep and functional AC and a better job.

Yeah, sleep and functional AC and a better job and a little reassurance.

I will help as I can, my friend - just give me a few more moments

 

[Homburg]

We'll turn you into a propa gansta yet, dollface.

I'll think of some tales in a bit; it was a somewhat more dramatic weekend than I had expected, and the tales differ from the usual. But meanwhile, I know there are some 'car people' in here and I need advice on a compliment I'm trying to construct, cause I don't know from cars.

I need a metaphorical car that looks muscular, looks tough and sorta thick and basic, not some fruity low-slung Italian sportscar, but a good solid frame. But it's a car that could perform like a motherfucker, like a Lamborghini, if you decided to take it up a mountain road and around some serious hairpin turns.

The one I want to compliment is no little skinny sportscar. He's a nice big strong muscle car. But on a wild mountain road at 120 mph, he can hug the turns and stick to the road like a Ghia. Kicks ass in the straightaway, too. He could take anybody out in the quarter mile.

So what car expresses that, you cool car people?

bj

Hmm, muscular and thick, yet still nimble? There's all sorts of choices there, though mine would probably be esoteric.

De Tomaso Pantera in its' initial format would be a good choice. Yes, it's a low-slung Italian sports car, but it is also a thick beast of a ride and the original was powered by a Ford 351 Cleveland engine. Rawr, burly. Bentley has a number of thick performers. A 71-73 Mustang would be a good choice, as they were huge, thick, muscular cars. Less pony car and more muscle car, yet had better handling than their muscle car brethren. My 71 rode like it was on rails once I put good tires on it.

There's various and sundry modern cars, but they lack soul.

 

[Homburg]

I will help as I can, my friend - just give me a few more moments

Thank you, brother Shanks

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I will help as I can, my friend - just give me a few more moments

You are so helpful, and of course here in the heartland we do understand the need for AC, do we not?

So speaking of pictures and Shanka-sama, here is picture LOLZ story for Shank.

I get my fabulous new panties in the mail and I'm all excited about taking some Shankara-style pictures of them. I borrow a friend's cheap little digital and take my little kit to the bar, where I sneak, very sneakily, into the women's room and get all ready to do a panty adventure shoot just like Unca Shank does.

But first, the mirror is too short. I'm going to have to climb up on a rickety little table if I want to be framed in the mirror above the sink. Secondly, I have a big floaty hippie skirt on that has to be negotiated with while I balance the camera in the other hand and hope to get some sort of shot.

So I'm balancing on this little makeup table and trying to angle myself into the frame of the mirror, and I take a picture and look at it, and the flash reflecting in the mirror has completely obscured the image. It looks like a supernova with knees. Lolz. I try to angle the camera (my understanding of the physics of reflection and light and mirrors and such is rudimentary at best) but the flash in the next one is just as bad, and now the picture is so off center it looks like a supernova with one elbow. Lolz! So I struggle with the camera but I haven't got the directions because the genius who loaned it to me threw away the instructions. So I don't know how to turn off the flash, and I can't find a button on it anywhere with a clear marking that says "THIS BUTTON TURNS THE FLASH ON AND OFF" so I'm lost.

And by now, of course, there are people lining up outside the bathroom and I have to stuff everything back into the bag and leave, acting casual.

End result: three pictures of a supernova with knees and elbows, and a serious larf.

I need a volunteer to shoot sneaky panty pics in public places, so I can grow up to be just like Shankara-ji.

Hmm, muscular and thick, yet still nimble? There's all sorts of choices there, though mine would probably be esoteric.

De Tomaso Pantera in its' initial format would be a good choice. Yes, it's a low-slung Italian sports car, but it is also a thick beast of a ride and the original was powered by a Ford 351 Cleveland engine. Rawr, burly. Bentley has a number of thick performers. A 71-73 Mustang would be a good choice, as they were huge, thick, muscular cars. Less pony car and more muscle car, yet had better handling than their muscle car brethren. My 71 rode like it was on rails once I put good tires on it.

There's various and sundry modern cars, but they lack soul.

That Pantera does look pretty muscular in its way, but I like the poetic ring of a Mustang, for its manly implications. So then: If I told you you fuck like a 73 Mustang, would you be properly flattered? I would hate to insult through ignorance.

thanks for the tips.

bj

 

[The_Fool]

Thoughts for the day.

1. I have a work related stress headache.

2. I have a bottle of bourbon, new type, that comes highly recommended. This bottle is just begging to be opened.

3. I bought two bags of charcoal and a bag of wood to smoke copious amounts of meat. Now I need to go buy the meat.

4. I was reading some of Carrie's posts about her knee troubles. Now, don't get me wrong, I love her dearly, but my first errant thought was to wonder if she can still give a blow job from her knees.

5. My first thought at seeing the Bijou thread was that I was going to lust after BJ today. Too bad I don't have a reason to drive the few hours and invade and ravish her domain...or something.

6. For the sake of satisfying my curiosity, I want to see Ange cooking something nekkid. Sorry EE, it was another stray thought.

7. I can't seem to write for shit anymore.

8. I think I have thought enough for one day.