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Angeline kisses mmmmmm...

I've got cheese, like, everywhere now. The pizza-folding is not going well.

But there's this. I just found this odd little song. The more I listen to it, the more completely charmed I am. It starts out weird and gets way sweet. I dunno - maybe it's me. Completely bizarre video, too.

But here, take a listen:


Ice Cream Will Save the Day Again.

As good a little prayer as any, I suspect.

bj

If it weren't quite so sinth-poppy, I'd make it my anthem. :D
 
If it weren't quite so sinth-poppy, I'd make it my anthem. :D

I bet they're Japanese. That would explain the extreme poppiness. But hey, even without the song, we can make it this week's Bistro slogan.

Bistro bijou: Ice Cream Will Save the Day Again.

I have always thought that whatever It is, It would be better with ice cream.

bj
 
*in corner struggling to fold a 1 1/2" thick slice of Chicago-style pizza in half.*

To fold or not to fold, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to offer in the grind
Sausage and roni of outrageous forms
Or take aim against a double cheese
And by opposing it to dine, to eat
No more the simple 'shroom and cheese
And plaintive fork the Puckish avocado leak.
 
To fold or not to fold, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to offer in the grind
Sausage and roni of outrageous forms
Or take aim against a double cheese
And by opposing it to dine, to eat
No more the simple 'shroom and cheese
And plaintive fork the Puckish avocado leak.

Is this an East Coast pizza which I see before me,
The crust toward my hand? Come, let me fold thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, spicy vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A pizza of the mind, a false creation, deep-dished,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
 
Is this an East Coast pizza which I see before me,
The crust toward my hand? Come, let me fold thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, spicy vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A pizza of the mind, a false creation, deep-dished,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?

Heat-oppressèd, indeed.
 
<Kisses you and hands you a plate.>

You're quite the diplomat yerself, missy.

Man I'm beat. I just prepared four huge racks of ribs--membrane off and rubbed with spices and wrapped--for tomorrow. Now I have to bake the cookie sheet to cut up for ice cream sammiches and make a big pitcher of lemonade. Father's Day, you know. E-dub always does all kinds of sweet things for me on Mother's Day, so I'm returning the favor.

(This is where my bro Anschul is sposed to come in and tell me he has the best rib recipe in the world. :D )

Hope this is not too late: See Chefzillas Kitchen, naturally...

Hi love. Hi all. Been away. I love this discussion. I'm a sailboater. Used to own a 27-foot Catalina sloop (one mast), but first wife sold it when I was away on a business trip. Called a sailboat "a hole in the water into which you throw money." She was right, but way a wonderful place to throw money.
 
That's an old one and yes yes I have heard it all before! Actually I am a Norfolk dumpling!

Dumplings... Yum.

--

I once asked him why he went to such lengths to appear to be fishing, when he really wasn't. His answer?

"Other boaters will usually stay clear of someone they think is actually trying to fish."

Ha! Brilliant!

--

I see your "Ice Cream will save the day again" and raise you "Acceptable in the 80's"
 
I think I prefer it when it's quiet, I can hear myself think. I think.

The iris in your avatar is exactly the same color as my SO's eyes. She's a chocoholic too. Not a redhead though. Too bad. I've always had a thing for redheads....
 
To fold or not to fold, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to offer in the grind
Sausage and roni of outrageous forms
Or take aim against a double cheese
And by opposing it to dine, to eat
No more the simple 'shroom and cheese
And plaintive fork the Puckish avocado leak.

Is this an East Coast pizza which I see before me,
The crust toward my hand? Come, let me fold thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, spicy vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A pizza of the mind, a false creation, deep-dished,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?

You're killin' me here.

It's no coincidence that "Shakespeare's" is now a pizza chain.

bj
 
The iris in your avatar is exactly the same color as my SO's eyes. She's a chocoholic too. Not a redhead though. Too bad. I've always had a thing for redheads....
You're perhaps better off without a redhead, it's true what they say... fiery temper and all that. Act first, think second... just ask BJ :)
 
Is this an East Coast pizza which I see before me,
The crust toward my hand? Come, let me fold thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, spicy vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A pizza of the mind, a false creation, deep-dished,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
East Coast Pizza Rap.

Da Pizza
I honor
In my greasy hand
As I
Devour
Triple double deep pan
Combo meat
BBQ
Mushroom treat
Onion too
Chicken savor
Cheesy flavor
Da Pizza
Da Pizza
Da Pizza in my hand
 
I lost my sunshades that day, so much for being covert!

Just be careful. I married my first stalker and he's had to put up with me for 17 years now. Don't get caught in that trap. I get real attached to anybody who shows even a vague interest in me...

bj

eta: off for the night to go cause trouble. Hope everyone had a most excellent Sunday.
 
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Gaia, I must say that is one gorgeous eye you have! I wouldn't blame BJ for wanting you to stalk her just to peer into it. Well, them, assuming there are two.
 
Gaia, I must say that is one gorgeous eye you have! I wouldn't blame BJ for wanting you to stalk her just to peer into it. Well, them, assuming there are two.

That's alright; one can really only focus on one eye at a time anyway.

woof, what a night.

*pours giant cup of coffee, slumps happily into chair*

The car's at the vet getting a new clutch, so I walked all over town last night. Gorgeous evening, perfect temperature, friendly people. Man I love this town.

Wish you could all have been with me.

bj
 
That's alright; one can really only focus on one eye at a time anyway.

woof, what a night.

*pours giant cup of coffee, slumps happily into chair*

The car's at the vet getting a new clutch, so I walked all over town last night. Gorgeous evening, perfect temperature, friendly people. Man I love this town.

Wish you could all have been with me.

bj

Indeed it was a very pleasant evening. My son returned home from uni at the weekend and so we ventured to the town square where we sat outside a bar and chatted while we watched the world go by.
 
*Coughs*
**Sneezes**
***Looks pathetic***​

<How's that for being an attention whore?>
 
*Coughs*
**Sneezes**
***Looks pathetic***​

<How's that for being an attention whore?>

Aw bubbie!

You're not an attention whore if you actually need and deserve attention. That's different.

*attending to you fiercely*

Here.
Tea with slippery elm, wild cherry bark, echinacea, coltsfoot and gotu kola, with some honey to make it palatable.
My Magick Chicken Soup with homemade noodles, one of the few things I actually cook really well.
Cookies.
Snuggles.
Extra blanket, and seventeen extra pillows.
A whole DVD full of Bugs Bunny cartoons.

Now then. Get some rest, dollface. Maybe Cheffie will cook up something really nutritious for you.

bj
 
Aw bubbie!

You're not an attention whore if you actually need and deserve attention. That's different.

*attending to you fiercely*

Here.
Tea with slippery elm, wild cherry bark, echinacea, coltsfoot and gotu kola, with some honey to make it palatable.
My Magick Chicken Soup with homemade noodles, one of the few things I actually cook really well.
Cookies.
Snuggles.
Extra blanket, and seventeen extra pillows.
A whole DVD full of Bugs Bunny cartoons.

Now then. Get some rest, dollface. Maybe Cheffie will cook up something really nutritious for you.

bj

Oh thank you Mommy! *Smooch, smooch.* I feel better already. there's nothing like someone fussing over me to make me feel better lol.

Actually I made a really rocking pizza tonight. Fresh mozzarella and basil leaves makes such a difference! Well, I couldn't really taste the mozz, but it looked gorgeous. :D

Where's my big brother? He's supposed to make me soup, too (and it better not be borscht)! *Stamps feet prettily*
 
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