Bistro Bijou

[PandoraGlitters]

Everybody always blames Pandora.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Everybody always blames Pandora.

Welllll, people who can't leave their boxes alone are just askin' for trouble from the gods.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Welllll, people who can't leave their boxes alone are just askin' for trouble from the gods.

uh oh. I'm doomed.



Pandora, Sara.
Sara, Pandora.

You should get along nicely; you're both extraordinary poets, among other things.

Dora, please feel free to join in on the toasting, boasting and etc. Mead is the default choice, (and I think may be the reason that UYS has now fallen over for the evening) but we have a nicely-stocked bar.

And I got you some cigars.

bj

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Welllll, people who can't leave their boxes alone are just askin' for trouble from the gods.

But it's so pretttttty and finely flocked! Ok, I suppose there's something to that. Nice to meet you, Sara.

 

[RhymeSmith]

Oh, the Laphroaig is a staple, of course. What year and how do you like it?

I'm partial to the 25, and straight up.

Oh, the thing...

A boast? I haven't accomplished enough here, to boast about. Nor are the things I've done, of which I can be proud, relevant here.

A roast? Come now. I'm still a newbie and don't know enough of anyone's idosyncrasies or sensitivities.

A toast! That I can do!

Our hostess is the greatest
So let's all raise a glass
To hospitality and
The Bistro's finest ...

Well, you get the picture....

 

[Homburg]

Duct tape? You keepin' the rain out or people in? If it's the latter can I pull it off them quick. I love that yelping sound.

Sara, you made a comment about liking someone from one post. This is your post, for me.

I like you.

There you go. It's official.

--

Dora, please feel free to join in on the toasting, boasting and etc. Mead is the default choice, (and I think may be the reason that UYS has now fallen over for the evening) but we have a nicely-stocked bar.

And I got you some cigars.

bj

Mead. Mmmm. Sort of.

Finest drunk I've ever had (not saying much, as I am not a drinker), was off a bottle of home-brewed mead given to me a curvy thing named Bethany at an SCA event. Curvy gals giving away incredible booze while dressed all medieval is pretty much stock footage in my internal movie of a good drunk, but it got better.

My buddy John and I sat in the festhall after feast, revelling in the fact that we had wisely chosen to pay our respects to King Mead instead of King Whoever-it-was-this-time, and ignored Court for the business of drinking. Sitting quietly at a sideboard at the end of the hall, snickering quietly, getting warm off mead, and making lewd comments about the serving wenches engaged in cleaning up the Twelfth Night hall was pretty much the highlight of my Yule that year.

At one point, John looks at me, his face dripping with the smug realisation that he was about to deliver an hilarious witticism. "You know, I'm not as drunk as you think I am." he said with a self-satisfied jiggle of his jowly Henry of Tudor face. Knowing well that he'd meant "I'm not as think as you drunk I am" I positively died laughing. Coughing and wheezing, my chest hurting, my merriment began anew as the realisation bubbled through his tipsy brain that it wasn't quite that funny.

The shift in expression from smug chuckling to utter confusion was absolutely priceless. It took me quite a while to be able to catch my breath enough to relate what he'd done, and by then a serving wench or two had joined us to see what all the cackling was about. To say that John blushed an incredibly rich crimson whilest the lovelies giggled would be an understatement.

I Beathany's mead, and have never had a drop of mead since that wasn't purely awful in comparison. Smooth, rich, with no hint of wine's acridity, the warmth snuck up on you like a hunter on soft grass. When the bottle was dry, that warmth slowly wandered away with nary a trace aside from a truly amusing memory at John's accidentally literal gaffe.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

And I got you some cigars.

bj

You are an angel. I could really use one right about now.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Welllll, people who can't leave their boxes alone are just askin' for trouble from the gods.

Besides, if I leave it alone it will fill up! It's already 91% full!!

 

[Sara Crewe]

But it's so pretttttty and finely flocked! Ok, I suppose there's something to that. Nice to meet you, Sara.

Nice to meet you and your finely flocked box, Ms. P.


I figured out my boasting, roasting and toasting...

Boast: This year I have survived a schedule that allowed breathing every other week.

Toast: To my extraordinary students who have survived much more than I have and are still trying to do this thing called life. You had no idea the huge compliment you paid me when you asked me if I was teaching grade twelve next year.

Roast: The #@$#@$ school board I work for, still cannot say that I have a job for sure in the fall ...after working my rear off for them for three years.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Sara, you made a comment about liking someone from one post. This is your post, for me.

I like you.

There you go. It's official.

--

Oh. You have found my weakness. I cannot not like someone who likes me because it's like not liking yourself. My favourite people, are the ones that like me when I am expressing views that are um , slightly left of center and foreign to the land of suburbia.

 

[Homburg]

Oh. You have found my weakness. I cannot not like someone who likes me because it's like not liking yourself. My favourite people, are the ones that like me when I am expressing views that are um , slightly left of center and foreign to the land of suburbia.

The use of duct tape to cause yelps is alive and well in suburbia, along with all sorts of other practices.

And, just so you know, I am the local debauched sexual deviant. And, yes, I do have photographic evidence, witnesses, and references. Well, one of the local debauched sexual deviants. Thus I am left of center by default.

 

[Sara Crewe]

The use of duct tape to cause yelps is alive and well in suburbia, along with all sorts of other practices.

And, just so you know, I am the local debauched sexual deviant. And, yes, I do have photographic evidence, witnesses, and references. Well, one of the local debauched sexual deviants. Thus I am left of center by default.

I would say it's by de-virtue not default but I am biased. I like people who know what they like and aren't afraid to admit it.

 

[Homburg]

I would say it's by de-virtue not default but I am biased. I like people who know what they like and aren't afraid to admit it.

Oh, I am all about being honest in my deviance and desire. Feel free to click the hat for a thread full of me expressing that desire.

Not that I'm ... Okay, I am...

Please consider that a semi-intentional Boast.

 

[loststar]

ahhhhhhhhhhh deep breath
I love you I love you I love you ALL
I survived my first tornader an hour and a half in the basement, and then life slowly trys to find normal again, wow how weird. Although I do have to be incredibly greatful to the hail storm earlier this week that made me get prepared, mentaly and phisicaly. so I really would like the bottle of mead

so as to the toast, boast and roast

toast To all the poets that calm me and lift my spirts, to my ancestors that have made life possible, to the people that make life worth living, to my friends and family

boast I did not freak out during the storm, I made it through in a very rational and contorled way yeah!

roast... peanuts



oh and Sara nice to meet you, I am a lovely assisant who can assist you with anything, just let me know

 

[champagne1982]

youtube - Esperanza Spalding - Precious.. on Letterman or just the music track for UYS when she's hungover in the morning... Precious

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm partial to the 25, and straight up.

Oh, the thing...

A boast? I haven't accomplished enough here, to boast about. Nor are the things I've done, of which I can be proud, relevant here.

A roast? Come now. I'm still a newbie and don't know enough of anyone's idosyncrasies or sensitivities.

A toast! That I can do!

Our hostess is the greatest
So let's all raise a glass
To hospitality and
The Bisto's finest ...

Well, you get the picture....

Bisto? that's gravy browning
What on earth was I burbling on aboutlast night? I have been trying to read all your outpourings and there seems to be a blockage between eyes and brain cos not a thing is gettin that far and as for typing the fingers keep tootling off on their own. Did I tell you I won a bottle of vodka and my sis a bottle of mead and she's leaving most of it here? that won't last long then what else ? oh yeas frustration still reigns what can a bloke with a gammy knee do about it ? not a lot and I bust me buzzy thing while he was in Hosp n nearly did meself an injury cos it plugs into the mains and i always wanted curly hair but frizzy is going too far

 

[Anschul]

Yeah, that's me. Although I would have gone with weird or quirky as my primary labels.

Cheffington, huh? I like him. Speaking of food (which we weren't --I just lack focus) I made a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and dark chocolate bundt cake today. I will admit that I made the bundt cake largely because of the scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Is it wrong that I giggled the whole time I was stirring? I have to bring them to work tomorrow.

Oddly my kids watched me wistfully while I was drizzling the one cake with chocolate and sighed and said how lucky my class was. I pinched both of them and said, "I'm YOUR Mom!! I think they might think you were lucky in the food department, ya turkies!!"

Bj, let's du-et!!

Sara my dear, I wish to share some of your red velvet cake. It is truly one of my weaknesses. Please share your recipe with me, and I will post it at Chefzillas Kitchen, give you all the credit, and I'll be in pig heaven at the same time. Red Velvet cake. OMG, I think I'm in love (again).

You be Janis, I'll be Leonard Cohen. I hear they did a du-et once.


It is never wrong to giggle while cooking, unless you're considering poisoning someone. Then it's best to be a bit more subtle.


And we're all about food talk in here. It is a bistro, after all, and we even have a head chef now, and fabulous cooks like Angeline to chip in.



Oh, the Laphroaig is a staple, of course. What year and how do you like it?

bj

eta: Champie, well done! Bring that roast to the shop. It's nice and cool here, and there's a storm blowing in. We need to hole up with some supplies. Let's see... scotch... duct tape... meat... chocolate syrup...

Hey, I giggle all the time while I'm cooking. 'Course it's usually AA's fingers...
Beej, can we add strawberries to your list?

I'm partial to the 25, and straight up.

Oh, the thing...

A boast? I haven't accomplished enough here, to boast about. Nor are the things I've done, of which I can be proud, relevant here.

A roast? Come now. I'm still a newbie and don't know enough of anyone's idosyncrasies or sensitivities.

A toast! That I can do!

Our hostess is the greatest
So let's all raise a glass
To hospitality and
The Bisto's finest ...

Well, you get the picture....

Smitty, Lap 25 is right. But if you haven't, try just about a half teaspoon of room-temp water (distilled is best) in the glass (never ice!!!) and swirl it a bit. It releases the aroma, and doesn't compromise the flavor. But the aroma...ahhhhh...the aroma!

You are an angel. I could really use one right about now.

PG, because I love you too, http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/Camacho_mfr.gif

Down here, in Little Havana, on the Calle' Ocho, there is a small unmarked storefront that you just have to know about or you'll never know it's here. Inside the narrow building sits a long, long marble-topped table, against which is a row of elderly women sitting on stools. At the long table, these wonderful craftswomen sit all day long, listening to Beethoven and Stravinsky and Rimsky-Korsakoff and Wagner and Verdi, and roll cigars made from tobacco grown in South Florida from seeds brought out of Cuba in 1958. The tobacco varieties have never been compromised or hybridized, so the product is as close to genuine Cuban as is possible in the U.S. Of course we all know (wink, wink) that Cuban cigars are illegal in the U.S., so to stay within the law (wink, wink), find a good cigar store and sample the Camacho brand. They are legal, and they are wonderful. The only brand I buy. I actually can go to the unmarked storefront and get them fresh, never more than a day old. I have been doing Camacho Senators for as long as I can remember. But they have several varieties, to suit almost any taste. If you haven't discovered Camacho, give 'em a try. I've seen the table, I've seen the ladies, I've heard the music, I've smoked the cigars. First rate. I kid you not.

Bisto? that's gravy browning
What on earth was I burbling on aboutlast night? I have been trying to read all your outpourings and there seems to be a blockage between eyes and brain cos not a thing is gettin that far and as for typing the fingers keep tootling off on their own. Did I tell you I won a bottle of vodka and my sis a bottle of mead and she's leaving most of it here? that won't last long then what else ? oh yeas frustration still reigns what can a bloke with a gammy knee do about it ? not a lot and I bust me buzzy thing while he was in Hosp n nearly did meself an injury cos it plugs into the mains and i always wanted curly hair but frizzy is going too far

Darlin', I understood every word you spoke. Scary, huh? The girls left me alone last night, and that demon Patron came to visit.

 

[RhymeSmith]

Bisto? that's gravy browning

$#!(*%#Y^&^ spell checker!

Thanks UYS, I'm gonna go back and fix it right now.

 

[Anschul]

Here's my contribution to the madness:

A boast: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/Girlsattheedge.jpg


A roast: Roast Leg of Pork


A toast:
To all in the Bistro I raise a glass.
Here, have enough to fall on your ass.
And a special lift to our wonderful hostess,
What she hath wrought here, makes her the mostess!

 

[sassynyc]

Speaking of food (which we weren't --I just lack focus) I made a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and dark chocolate bundt cake today. I will admit that I made the bundt cake largely because of the scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Is it wrong that I giggled the whole time I was stirring?

SC, i don't know you, but a poet that bakes and giggles while doing so is worth getting to know. welcome back to the madness of the asylum. hop over to the " this is dedicated thread". there's a dedication to you on behalf of the bistro.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Oh. You have found my weakness. I cannot not like someone who likes me because it's like not liking yourself. My favourite people, are the ones that like me when I am expressing views that are um , slightly left of center and foreign to the land of suburbia.

Man. Yet another piece of proof that we're identical twins.

And, just so you know, I am the local debauched sexual deviant..

Nodding. He's a good one, Sara. I recruited him from the BDSM board. He gives the Bistro a controversial edge.

boast I did not freak out during the storm, I made it through in a very rational and contorled way yeah!

Woot for YOU!

She was very brave indeed, folks. I was in that same storm about 45 minutes later and it was rather intense. A bottle of mead, indeed!

...and I bust me buzzy thing while he was in Hosp n nearly did meself an injury cos it plugs into the mains and i always wanted curly hair but frizzy is going too far

LOLZ! Well, now you've got an excuse to buy that big fancy machine that Homburg recommended.

Mine has a pull-starter and says Harley Davidson on the side.

I'm partial to the 25, and straight up.

Oh, the thing...

A boast? I haven't accomplished enough here, to boast about. Nor are the things I've done, of which I can be proud, relevant here.

A roast? Come now. I'm still a newbie and don't know enough of anyone's idosyncrasies or sensitivities.

A toast! That I can do!

Our hostess is the greatest
So let's all raise a glass
To hospitality and
The Bistro's finest ...

Well, you get the picture....

Nice toast, baby.

All boasts are relevant here. C'mon, I know you can come up with a boast.

The boasting is the hardest part for most people, but it really is important. And it's very liberating, once you get used to it. Fuck modesty. Modesty is way overrated and often confused with destructive self-deprecation. So. Lemme hear all about your mundane everyday heroics.

That's everybody, not just Smitty. And by the way, howareya, Smith? Life getting any less complex yet?

bienvenue, all. It's a particularly gorgeous, rain-washed, sunny, emerald green day here in the Heartland, and life is basically good. What'll ya have?


bj

 

[Homburg]

Nodding. He's a good one, Sara. I recruited him from the BDSM board. He gives the Bistro a controversial edge.

bj

You're like some sort of weird talent scout, except that I don't particularly have much talent in anything marketable =P

 

[Anschul]

Hi Gorgeous. Nice to see you again. * Raises a Black Bush (neat) to you, and a Camacho Senator to Pandora *

You want a boast, I'll give you a boast (sort of). Go read Ben's Story. I passed this on to Angeline--the reason will be obvious--but I guess it works as a boast, because it turned out so well.

By the way, there is a punchline to the boast, because of a clause in the divorce settlement. It is the real boast. I sold the house today. We are definitely moving to PA. Can't change our minds now.

 

[Shankara20]

A boast?
I can prepare a wonderful medium-rare standing rib roast, using a NAMP 109 16-and-down choice 7 rib bone-in hunk of dead cow. Using the dripping, properly prepared, I can offer a light and lovely Yorkshire Pudding to sop up every drop of au jus.


A roast?
Aside from the one offered about I must applaud the taste our hostess has in panties - the three pair I delight in wearing around my place and the thought of her falling off the bathroom sink trying to photograph herself wearing the pair I sent her - panties about, not so much skill with a camera


A toast!
“May all your ups and downs be in bed”

 

[Homburg]

By the way, there is a punchline to the boast, because of a clause in the divorce settlement. It is the real boast. I sold the house today. We are definitely moving to PA. Can't change our minds now.

Congrats, Chef.

I'll be thinking of you when I drive through the Eastern Shore on Monday.