Bistro Bijou

[Eluard]

For Dr Who fans

Story here about Delia Derbyshire the true unsung creator of the Dr Who intro music, that was always waaaaaaay ahead of its time and über-cool.

I wonder if she was any relation of the author John Derbyshire?

 

[normal jean]

Indeed. I fed just last night. It was a birthday present, a willing victim.

bj

hmmmm.... seems to me, missy, you were s'posed to be walking backwards around your house chanting something about yard gnomes...



unless, tonight the moon is full out there in your part of town

 

[Anschul]

If I were to dine with the world
embodied as one
I think we would argue.
I would laugh at words
like nice and remind you
it’s silly to assume
I am
any one thing
or anyone
you could ever know.

I would open my mind
and dip one finger inside
and let you lick the thoughts
of lust from my skin. Taste
the slap of my impatience
and feel the centrifugal force
that comes from the constant churn
of appetites disconnected
from food. Let you watch

while I slip
between the closing rocks
and shed my dying skin.
Give you the choice to stand
still while I consume you
or move with me
through the absence of light.
Step forward without floors
past open cell doors where eyes
never welcome and voices never whisper
hello from the darkness.

Accept the quiet, kiss the screams
and fight your need for a simplicity
that would shuffle us back into one
stacked deck with the smiling
joker on top that you call your queen.
Leave us splayed open and let me
bleed outside the lines. Come inside me

knowing I have swallowed the key
to my internal cages and I am not one
but many creatures.

Sara, my compliments as well. This is hot, hot, hot, and deeply thought provoking. I'll be thinking on it all night. Wow.

There's nothing quite like a hot pole

Tuchinski. That's my family name, way back in the nineteenth century...Tuchinski. That's me. Flame Tuchinski. 5-11, not eight inches (sigh, but then size doesn't ...I know, I know, that's bullshit!). On the other hand, a giraffe-like tongue...

Hi Kiddies. God, but it's dry up here! Where's all the water? All I see is oceans of corn silk everywhere. Talk about your amber waves... And Jeez, it's hotter and more humid here than it was when I left Florida. Who knew? And it's supposed to get hotter every day until at least Wednesday. This house isn't air conditioned, and I don't have window units. Home Depot here I come. What have I got myself into?

Furniture is in and boxes are everywhere; M got to the infectious disease specialist today, and is going great--will have her IV line removed next Friday; dogs got to the local dog park, made friends and enemies, and don't know that we've moved (aren't dogs just the best!!); and it's hot. God, it's hot. This house needs about a hundred grand in upgrades--it was built in 1964 and is all original equipment (anyone out there remember avocado kitchen appliances?), three new bathrooms, a new kitchen, and someone to sand all the oak floors, but the possibilities abound.

I've been catching up on all the threads, and there's just too much to process. But what I know is this:

1. Sara can write poetry. God, can she write poetry.
2. UYS needs some help from BJ, who is clearly ready and able to be her instructor. UYS, stick with it. You'll discover a whole new world. AA swears by Hitachi.
3. Angeline is AWOL. Anyone know what's up?
4. BJ, you're up to your good old no good. YAY!
5. Did I mention it's hot up here?
6. NJ is basking in the glow of evening. Wish I was there.
7. Hommie, you old softy, you are up to your usual no good as well, and good on 'ya. I'm as appalled as you about the shenanigans of our government. Whatever happened to religious freedom and equality? Why is it that the current administration is more interested in the freedom of Iraqis than in the freedom of Americans? Just askin'...
8. Sassy, you're becoming a rock around here, and you DO know music. You can be the program director of the radio station that plays in my head.
9. Champie has been through more in a week than I've been through in years, and she hasn't lost a step or her sense of humor. Right on, Champ. You're my hero.
10. I love all you guys. If I left anyone out, I'm sorry, but time an attention is at a premium right now. I'll regain my groove, find my rhythm, write some new stuff, produce sensational food for the bistro, and generally reclaim my little niche.

Once I get over the emotion of this thing I've done. And take some pictures. I'll make this place home, by God I will. It's for the woman I love, and that's more important than anything.

I'm makin' up a big plate of cut fruit and veggies, and setting out a big bowl of sangria. Who's in?

 

[Sara Crewe]

Sara, my compliments as well. This is hot, hot, hot, and deeply thought provoking. I'll be thinking on it all night. Wow.




I'm makin' up a big plate of cut fruit and veggies, and setting out a big bowl of sangria. Who's in?[/color]

Thank you, Anschul!

I'm glad you are settling in--it's is freakin' hot right now where I am so I imagine it's hotter where you are. I'm glad to hear your daughter is on the mend. Just keep thinking home is wherever you stand with family and friends.

Oh, I am so in.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I'm baking birthday cakes and cookies for a big party tomorrow. It' sunny and the Mama Robin's feeding her birds down by Bailey's tree. It's a good day and a good life.


I'm feelin' this today:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-3UoQhEVJQ


My eastern roots are showin'.

 

[Angeline]

Sara, my compliments as well. This is hot, hot, hot, and deeply thought provoking. I'll be thinking on it all night. Wow.



Tuchinski. That's my family name, way back in the nineteenth century...Tuchinski. That's me. Flame Tuchinski. 5-11, not eight inches (sigh, but then size doesn't ...I know, I know, that's bullshit!). On the other hand, a giraffe-like tongue...

Hi Kiddies. God, but it's dry up here! Where's all the water? All I see is oceans of corn silk everywhere. Talk about your amber waves... And Jeez, it's hotter and more humid here than it was when I left Florida. Who knew? And it's supposed to get hotter every day until at least Wednesday. This house isn't air conditioned, and I don't have window units. Home Depot here I come. What have I got myself into?

Furniture is in and boxes are everywhere; M got to the infectious disease specialist today, and is going great--will have her IV line removed next Friday; dogs got to the local dog park, made friends and enemies, and don't know that we've moved (aren't dogs just the best!!); and it's hot. God, it's hot. This house needs about a hundred grand in upgrades--it was built in 1964 and is all original equipment (anyone out there remember avocado kitchen appliances?), three new bathrooms, a new kitchen, and someone to sand all the oak floors, but the possibilities abound.

I've been catching up on all the threads, and there's just too much to process. But what I know is this:

1. Sara can write poetry. God, can she write poetry.
2. UYS needs some help from BJ, who is clearly ready and able to be her instructor. UYS, stick with it. You'll discover a whole new world. AA swears by Hitachi.
3. Angeline is AWOL. Anyone know what's up?
4. BJ, you're up to your good old no good. YAY!
5. Did I mention it's hot up here?
6. NJ is basking in the glow of evening. Wish I was there.
7. Hommie, you old softy, you are up to your usual no good as well, and good on 'ya. I'm as appalled as you about the shenanigans of our government. Whatever happened to religious freedom and equality? Why is it that the current administration is more interested in the freedom of Iraqis than in the freedom of Americans? Just askin'...
8. Sassy, you're becoming a rock around here, and you DO know music. You can be the program director of the radio station that plays in my head.
9. Champie has been through more in a week than I've been through in years, and she hasn't lost a step or her sense of humor. Right on, Champ. You're my hero.
10. I love all you guys. If I left anyone out, I'm sorry, but time an attention is at a premium right now. I'll regain my groove, find my rhythm, write some new stuff, produce sensational food for the bistro, and generally reclaim my little niche.

Once I get over the emotion of this thing I've done. And take some pictures. I'll make this place home, by God I will. It's for the woman I love, and that's more important than anything.

I'm makin' up a big plate of cut fruit and veggies, and setting out a big bowl of sangria. Who's in?

I'm not AWOL, sweety. I'm around, just quieter than usual.

 

[Guest]

I'm not AWOL, sweety. I'm around, just quieter than usual.

You need a cookie? Cookies fix everything. I made peanutbutter chocolate chip cookies w/ Junior today. We ate more dough then actually baking. I hope we don't get worms now.

 

[Angeline]

You need a cookie? Cookies fix everything. I made peanutbutter chocolate chip cookies w/ Junior today. We ate more dough then actually baking. I hope we don't get worms now.

I'll take a cookie from you anytime. Even on my computer. I made these really awesome crispy oatmeal cookies the other day. They are great with ice cream, like homemade ice cream sandwiches, though that is a good or not good thing depending on one's self-control.

That's so cute, you baking with your kidlet. My daughter wants cooking lessons from me (my son, too, but he'll never come out and ask for anything), but she'll argue with me about everything I tell her. Teach em while they're young!

I'd call you Daddy. There ain't many guys I'd say that to!

 

[Anschul]

In the time I've been in deep,
And through the many roads,
The many passages I've tread,
A heart beats strong and stronger still
With the help of friends.

No one makes the journeys alone
That face us every day,
No matter how difficult the path may seem,
The end stays firmly in focus
With the help of friends.

Time is but a measurement.
A way of keeping score,
It seems to crawl at times, slow and slower still,
But the spirit never wavers, the goal is clear
With the help of friends.

Change, disruptive change
Can steal the mortal fire
If one endeavors to face it alone,
It can be a defeating force, but not
With the help of friends.

Never know where friendship lies
Across miles, and wires, and prayers,
It fills a soul and makes a backbone stout
When good thoughts travel on the wind,
Aided by the help of friends.

Thank you all for kind thoughts...

 

[Guest]

I'll take a cookie from you anytime. Even on my computer. I made these really awesome crispy oatmeal cookies the other day. They are great with ice cream, like homemade ice cream sandwiches, though that is a good or not good thing depending on one's self-control.

That's so cute, you baking with your kidlet. My daughter wants cooking lessons from me (my son, too, but he'll never come out and ask for anything), but she'll argue with me about everything I tell her. Teach em while they're young!

I'd call you Daddy. There ain't many guys I'd say that to!

I have a thing for cookies, even more then my coffee. Shhh, oatmeal ones are my favorite, a chink in my latte armor.

I'd like my kidlets to grow up and have these really awesome memories of me and not of some old man that worked all day and sat in front of the TV every night. I did try Junior out as a mechanic, but she kept throwing tools in the engine, which I had to fetch. Not fun, beside that, the Drill Sargeant wasn't too happy with a little grease monkey.

 

[Angeline]

I have a thing for cookies, even more then my coffee. Shhh, oatmeal ones are my favorite, a chink in my latte armor.

I'd like my kidlets to grow up and have these really awesome memories of me and not of some old man that worked all day and sat in front of the TV every night. I did try Junior out as a mechanic, but she kept throwing tools in the engine, which I had to fetch. Not fun, beside that, the Drill Sargent wasn't too happy with a little grease monkey.

I take it the Drill Sargent is in charge of cleanup.

Here's the recipe, just for you and your lovely fam:

Thin and Crispy Oatmeal Cookies

The double leavener in these (baking powder and soda) makes them flat and super crispy. You do have to watch them cause they go from done to overdone to burnt fast. Better to err on the side of slightly underdone.

1 C. unbleached all-purpose flour (5 ounces)
3/4 t. baking powder
1/2 t. baking soda
1/2 t. table salt
14 T. unsalted butter (1 3/4 sticks), softened but still cool, about 65 degrees
1 C. granulated sugar (7 ounces)
1/4 C. packed light brown sugar (1 3/4 ounces)
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 1/2 C. old-fashioned rolled oats (just regular old oatmeal, not the instant or quick cooking kind)

1. Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 350 degrees. Line 3 large (18- by 12-inch) baking sheets with parchment paper. Whisk flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in medium bowl.

2. In standing mixer fitted with paddle attachment, beat butter and sugars at medium-low speed until just combined, about 20 seconds. Increase speed to medium and continue to beat until light and fluffy, about 1 minute longer. Scrape down bowl with rubber spatula. Add egg and vanilla and beat on medium-low until fully incorporated, about 30 seconds. Scrape down bowl again. With mixer running at low speed, add flour mixture and mix until just incorporated and smooth, 10 seconds. With mixer still running on low, gradually add oats and mix until well incorporated, 20 seconds. Give dough final stir with rubber spatula to ensure that no flour pockets remain and ingredients are evenly distributed. Or uh do it all by hand in a big bowl. That works, too.

3. Divide dough into 24 equal portions, each about 2 tablespoons, then roll between palms into balls. Place cookies on prepared baking sheets, spacing them about 2 1/2 inches apart, 8 dough balls per sheet. Using fingertips, gently press each dough ball to 3/4-inch thickness.

4. Bake 1 sheet at a time until cookies are deep golden brown, edges are crisp, and centers yield to slight pressure when pressed, 13to 16 minutes, rotating baking sheet halfway through. Transfer baking sheet to wire rack; cool cookies completely on sheet.

I'm going to make these for homemade ice cream sandwiches in a few days when T's boys come over for dinner. I think they'd be really good with some chocolate coating the top of the cookie, too. Duh. What isn't?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I went to a hog roast today about 200 folks most of who I know on a friends farm it's an annual thing we do anyway the raffle ticket seller (do you have raffles?) turned over my glass of wine so I went up to the homemade bar in the garage and asked for a replacement one no intention of paying for it again and came back to Ron holding a whole bottle and I said to him 'Just don't ask what I had to do to get it'!!! His brother pipes up that he saw me and told Ron I had to go round the back of the bar .........damn cheek!!

 

[Angeline]

I went to a hog roast today about 200 folks most of who I know on a friends farm it's an annual thing we do anyway the raffle ticket seller (do you have raffles?) turned over my glass of wine so I went up to the homemade bar in the garage and asked for a replacement one no intention of paying for it again and came back to Ron holding a whole bottle and I said to him 'Just don't ask what I had to do to get it'!!! His brother pipes up that he saw me and told Ron I had to go round the back of the bar .........damn cheek!!

Oh yes, we have raffles. My children went to private schools (like your "public" schools) for years (until they rebelled lol). Fundraising was a way of life at their school and we were always involved with raffles, benefits, etc.

Good work on the wine!

 

[Guest]

Yum!

I
I'm going to make these for homemade ice cream sandwiches in a few days when T's boys come over for dinner. I think they'd be really good with some chocolate coating the top of the cookie, too. Duh. What isn't?

I'll definitely try that recipe. Why does real butter and chocolate make food taste better (rhetorical of course)?

The Drill Sargent is the cleaner upper on many levels , poor girl.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Ssssssshhhhhhh I must get back on this diet now after walking out of the farmhouse clutching a very large piece of coffee cake in my hands

 

[UnderYourSpell]

2008 Tax Code......







2008 Tax Code ......

The only thing that the Taxation Department has not taxed yet is the male penis.

This is due to the fact that 69% of the time it is hanging around unemployed, 10% of the time it is hard up, 20% of the time it is pissed off and 1% of the time it is in the hole. On top of that, it has two dependents and they are both nuts!

HOWEVER, effective January 1st, 2008, the penis will now be taxed according to size:

The brackets are as follows:

10 - 12" Luxury Tax $300.00
8 - 10" Pole Tax $250.00
5 - 8" Privilege Tax $150.00
3 - 5 " Nuisance Tax $30.00

Males exceeding
12" must file capital gains.

Anyone under 4"
is eligible for a tax refund.

PLEASE DO NOT
ASK FOR AN EXTENSION

 

[Guest]

Ha, YRS, that's HILarius, I'm nicking that!

 

[Homburg]

Well then....
*fans self*

I usually keep a Webster's dictionary on the nightstand. Shall have to replace that with the Homburg Edition Large Print Dicktionary.

*eye brows*

Busy weekend for me. Been looking up words quite a bit.

--

7. Hommie, you old softy, you are up to your usual no good as well, and good on 'ya. I'm as appalled as you about the shenanigans of our government. Whatever happened to religious freedom and equality? Why is it that the current administration is more interested in the freedom of Iraqis than in the freedom of Americans? Just askin'...

You're kind. I won't even give the current admin credit for worrying about Iraqi freedom. I think it is just one hell of an expensive stalking horse.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I have a question
Is this primarily an American messageboard ? The reason I ask is because of the underage sex thing, the age of consent in England is 16 and the age of being considered an adult is 18. You are allowed to drink alcohol under that age with parental consent

 

[sassynyc]

I have a question
Is this primarily an American messageboard ? The reason I ask is because of the underage sex thing, the age of consent in England is 16 and the age of being considered an adult is 18. You are allowed to drink alcohol under that age with parental consent

I would think so. That would account for the restriction of the 18 yr old age limit in the stories published here. Not only is the age of consent 18, but the legal drinking age is 21. If an organization like Child Wellfare were to find out about a minor being allowed to drink, that parent could be subject to investigation. Laws here, regarding minors, are pretty stringent. Yet, so lacking in other areas.

 

[Angeline]

I'll definitely try that recipe. Why does real butter and chocolate make food taste better (rhetorical of course)?

The Drill Sargent is the cleaner upper on many levels , poor girl.

By the way, I found a really easy way to soften butter (and no all you pervs --I think I mean Bijou lol-- in this thread, it only involves a microwave). For each stick of butter, you microwave on a plate for 1.45 minutes at 20% power. It works. Gets the butter to the perfect temp. So 1 and 3/4 stick, I would try for about 2 minutes at 20%.

Sorry USY. Bet the coffeecake was good.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

By the way, I found a really easy way to soften butter (and no all you pervs --I think I mean Bijou lol-- in this thread, it only involves a microwave). For each stick of butter, you microwave on a plate for 1.45 minutes at 20% power. It works. Gets the butter to the perfect temp. So 1 and 3/4 stick, I would try for about 2 minutes at 20%.

Sorry USY. Bet the coffeecake was good.

Good guess.

See, this is why I don't cook.

bj

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Ohai, secret message to the Lit Old Farts, or at least any Farts as old or older than me here:

i've been wandering back through MTVM's (or "meatieveetie, if you like") 'You jey' thread. Was thinking about bookmarking the "How the Grand Nymph of Nymphomania Met Her Evil Grand Vizier" area. But I've already found a couple of hilarious bits that made me lol. and roffle.

Like the pie fight.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

But what are Graham crackers?

 

[sassynyc]

Here ya go UYS, the skinny on graham crackers.

Ok, so I was reading through the hiliarious ancient transcripts. Dammit, how far back does this giraffe business go?