Bistro Bijou

[unpredictablebijou]

Eeeeew! Just flipping EWWWW!

Signed, The PB& J Gourmet

I dunno; I've always been quite fond of big hairy boys.

And I knew it would rather squidge him out to think about it. It's kinda fun to yank his chain a bit. He gets all growly and toppy and stuff.

Just call me SAMmy.

bj

 

[CeriseNoire]

Heh heh. Unfortunately, with fabulous cooks like Ange and Anschul around, you're going to be getting tortured pretty regularly with the food thing in here.

But I'll argue, just for grins: everything you named involves cooking. Soup must be heated, pbj's take prep time and require getting at least two knives and a plate dirty, tuna fish has to be mixed with stuff and so on. All of my ingredients take only the time that it requires to remove them from bags and throw them onto a plate. That's one reason I go there; zero actual cooking.

Saffron rose lemonade was on the menu at a little middle eastern cafe I went to a while back. It was easily the most lovely, lightest, most refreshing thing I'd had in my mouth for a long while. I'm assuming it involves saffron and rose water added to lemonade. It was a sort of light rosy pink, and absolutely addictive. And the waitress didn't know, or didn't want to tell me, exactly how to make it. So I need to do more research.

bj

They used to sell saffron tea powder in Moroccan and Tunisian shops back home when I was a kid. My friend's mom used to make the regular saffron tea/rose water combination and add sugar and lemon in there for us (since we thought it tasted gross). Maybe it's something similar to that? You could experiment from that base and see what happens.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

They used to sell saffron tea powder in Moroccan and Tunisian shops back home when I was a kid. My friend's mom used to make the regular saffron tea/rose water combination and add sugar and lemon in there for us (since we thought it tasted gross). Maybe it's something similar to that? You could experiment from that base and see what happens.

I will totally try that. Not that many morrocan stores round here, but maybe I can get saffron tea on line.

Real saffron is so expensive I have to think it must be a tea, or something other than straight saffron, that they're using, but who knows? Maybe that's why it was so good.

Thank you!

bj

 

[CeriseNoire]

I will totally try that. Not that many morrocan stores round here, but maybe I can get saffron tea on line.

Real saffron is so expensive I have to think it must be a tea, or something other than straight saffron, that they're using, but who knows? Maybe that's why it was so good.

Thank you!

bj

Yea, saffron tea powder usually isn't just pure saffron. Amazon carries a lot of foreign foodstuff (that's where I go when I get too nostalgic to wait for friends to send things), so they might carry some.

You're welcome

 

[UnderYourSpell]

For anyone lost and confused: there was Drama. Elsewhere. It's already over now. and it was contaminating a perfectly good thread, so i brought it in here. But it's done, so we're back to regularly scheduled programming.

Think it would make Homburg more or less sticky if we tried to lick him clean?

bj

Hairy pie rofllllll ! tut tut naughty Annie smack smack!

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

For anyone lost and confused: there was Drama. Elsewhere. It's already over now. and it was contaminating a perfectly good thread, so i brought it in here. But it's done, so we're back to regularly scheduled programming.

Think it would make Homburg more or less sticky if we tried to lick him clean?

bj

Found the drama...

Backed away from the drama...

So, got any chai tea? Spiced, if you have it. Thanks.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

From the land of tea drinkers ....... I don't like tea

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Found the drama...

Backed away from the drama...

So, got any chai tea? Spiced, if you have it. Thanks.

Good choice.

on the tea, too.

Biscuits?

*turns up the jukebox*

bj

 

[Homburg]

why are you sticky? sticky and hairy do not go well together

It's a phrase from local parlance.

For anyone lost and confused: there was Drama. Elsewhere. It's already over now. and it was contaminating a perfectly good thread, so i brought it in here. But it's done, so we're back to regularly scheduled programming.

Think it would make Homburg more or less sticky if we tried to lick him clean?

bj

I dunno; I've always been quite fond of big hairy boys.

And I knew it would rather squidge him out to think about it. It's kinda fun to yank his chain a bit. He gets all growly and toppy and stuff.

Just call me SAMmy.

bj

Don't make me .... *Thinks* "Can't say "hurt you". That's ludicrous. Can't say "ignore you", as that won't happen... Ahah! *Thinks* Don't make me pay attention to someone else.

*ominous music* Dun-dun-duuuuuunnn. *ominous music*

*smug expression*

 

[normal jean]

.............

 

[unpredictablebijou]

It's a phrase from local parlance.





Don't make me .... *Thinks* "Can't say "hurt you". That's ludicrous. Can't say "ignore you", as that won't happen... Ahah! *Thinks* Don't make me pay attention to someone else.

*ominous music* Dun-dun-duuuuuunnn. *ominous music*

*smug expression*

Now that is a genuine threat.

Except, of course, that I'm a voyeur, so I don't care where the attention goes, so long as I can watch it happening. In fact, that's often what I prefer.

Attention makes me nervous, for what should be obvious reasons. I'd rather sit quietly and just be a hostess.

*More jukebox volume*

b j

 

[sassynyc]

*slips extra quarters in the juke box*
bij, kick back, feet up on the bar, and just listen:

The Way I Am

Breathe

Love Song

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*slips extra quarters in the juke box*
bij, kick back, feet up on the bar, and just listen:

The Way I Am

Breathe

Love Song

I'm listening. Happily.

And i thank you. You're beautiful, baby.

bj

 

[Tzara]

*More jukebox volume*

Cranking volume on the Cowboy Junkies is pointless. Dreaminess survives decibels.

But you are not helping with my "I want to jump Margo Timmins" problem.

No, sir. Sorry. I mean, Ma'am.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm worn out mentally and physically I need a soft comfy chair and a good tv prog to fall asleep in front of

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Cranking volume on the Cowboy Junkies is pointless. Dreaminess survives decibels.

But you are not helping with my "I want to jump Margo Timmins" problem.

No, sir. Sorry. I mean, Ma'am.

Yeah, but you know us audiosexuals. It's the vibrations that do it, as well as the actual tonality.

She is awfully hot, isn't she?

Hey, I'm thinking we need a new Bistro Survey; it's been a while. I'm open to suggestions for questions.

Last weekend at the bar one of the questions that got passed around was "what was the strangest place you've ever had sex?"

Someone wrote "New Hampshire."

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yeah, but you know us audiosexuals. It's the vibrations that do it, as well as the actual tonality.

She is awfully hot, isn't she?

Hey, I'm thinking we need a new Bistro Survey; it's been a while. I'm open to suggestions for questions.

Last weekend at the bar one of the questions that got passed around was "what was the strangest place you've ever had sex?"

Someone wrote "New Hampshire."

bj

On an army firing range during manouvres only didnt know that until we got down to the nitty gritty and a platoon of soldiers burst out of the bushes saying you can't do that 'ere we are on night patrol

 

[Tzara]

I'm worn out mentally and physically I need a soft comfy chair and a good tv prog to fall asleep in front of

Why do I both completely relate to that and have it make me feel rather pervy?

Perhaps it is that the combination of "idle hands are the devil's work" and a vulnerably recumbent UYS that would (ahem) not make sport for idle hands. Ay least not mine. Idle, anyway.

I mean, really. My hands are rarely idle. They might flip disconsolately about the pages of our daily news, but idle?

I think not. Always intersted in probing, you know, life issues, I think.

Something like that, anyway.

I recognize, and fully accept, the disapprobriation of your Other People.

My counter will be that my fingertips feel divine.

L, all

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Why do I both completely relate to that and have it make me feel rather pervy?

Perhaps it is that the combination of "idle hands are the devil's work" and a vulnerably recumbent UYS that would (ahem) not make sport for idle hands. Ay least not mine. Idle, anyway.

I mean, really. My hands are rarely idle. They might flip disconsolately about the pages of our daily news, but idle?

I think not. Always intersted in probing, you know, life issues, I think.

Something like that, anyway.

I recognize, and fully accept, the disapprobriation of your Other People.

My counter will be that my fingertips feel divine.

L, all

I'll just bet they would, if they were into that sort of activity. Mine are doing nicely at the moment as well, but they'd have to be, well, better occupied
to be able to honestly answer with that.

Me: how you feelin'?

Fingertips: Divine, thank you.

Kinda makes me wonder what yours are actually up to at the moment.

I've mentioned this before, I think, but one of the best answers to the bar version of the question "What inanimate objects have you had sex with?" was "Does someone asleep count?"

bj

 

[Anschul]

Yeah, but you know us audiosexuals. It's the vibrations that do it, as well as the actual tonality.

She is awfully hot, isn't she?

Hey, I'm thinking we need a new Bistro Survey; it's been a while. I'm open to suggestions for questions.

Last weekend at the bar one of the questions that got passed around was "what was the strangest place you've ever had sex?"

Someone wrote "New Hampshire."

bj

New Hampshire is about the strangest place I can think of...

 

[Anschul]

Found the drama...

Backed away from the drama...

So, got any chai tea? Spiced, if you have it. Thanks.

For you, my dear, there's always spiced chai. Black chai or green chai? Got 'em both. Also got a really nice Masala Black. For a nice treat, make an ice tea from a green chai and a Masala Black, brewed together, and drop in a bruised mint leaf or two--or a pinch of saffron. Wunderbar!!

Heh heh. Unfortunately, with fabulous cooks like Ange and Anschul around, you're going to be getting tortured pretty regularly with the food thing in here.

Saffron rose lemonade was on the menu at a little middle eastern cafe I went to a while back. It was easily the most lovely, lightest, most refreshing thing I'd had in my mouth for a long while. I'm assuming it involves saffron and rose water added to lemonade. It was a sort of light rosy pink, and absolutely addictive. And the waitress didn't know, or didn't want to tell me, exactly how to make it. So I need to do more research.

bj

Had this in a small bistro in Bangkok, and you're right on...Fresh lemons, rose water, a pinch of good saffron, and sweeten to taste with simple syrup (bartenders and bakers know about simple syrup), but not too sweet.

 

[Tzara]

Kinda makes me wonder what yours are actually up to at the moment.

Tippy typing, ma'am.

No, you have to wait until I'm done.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Tippy typing, ma'am.

No, you have to wait until I'm done.

Is that "tippy" or "tipsy?"

You should know I'm not known for being patient. With people, yes. But not when it comes to, say, Christmas presents.

I'm leaving a nice, mellow Merlot on the bar, along with a parchment containing an invocation to Dionysios. Y'all have a peaceful night, now.

And UYS, that is a fabulous story. I wish mine were as interesting, but all it involved was a slant board on a universal gym.

Or, okay, the washing machine, but everybody's done that.

bj

 

[Tzara]

Is that "tippy" or "tipsy?"

In my universe, they is kind of equivalents.

Just don't start me singing.

 

[Homburg]

Last weekend at the bar one of the questions that got passed around was "what was the strangest place you've ever had sex?"

bj

Driving south on I-95 leaving DC. Torrential rains, and traffic thick as thieves, as it was tail end of summer rush hour around 7pm (so still light outside). She and I'd not seen one another in nearly a month, and our hands were all over the place. I finally said to hell with it, and pulled over beneath an underpass. I leaned my seat back, opened my fly, and pulled her over on top of me. Skirt was lifted, with no underthings in the way (as those were removed in the bus station parking lot), and we got down to business time with hundreds of cars driving past in broad daylight.