Bistro Bijou

[PandoraGlitters]

Hi. I haven't been around much, sorry about that. May I please get a tequila sunrise on a gray day?

*makes her own drink and sits close to the window, just listening and smiling now and then*

 

[Homburg]

*makes her own drink and sits close to the window, just listening and smiling now and then*

*pervs on dora's legs*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

lovely to see you Dora I missed you didnt come to close the other day as I wasn't too well

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Aw I hope you feel better, Annie. I'll send you some of the gumbo I made tonight. Guaranteed to cure anything.

Thanks for the perv, there, Homburg. You get gumbo too.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

had to google gumbo wasn't exactly sure what it was but looks great to me

 

[Homburg]

Aw I hope you feel better, Annie. I'll send you some of the gumbo I made tonight. Guaranteed to cure anything.

Thanks for the perv, there, Homburg. You get gumbo too.

MM, gumbo.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Gumbo synchronicity!

augh. my internet was off for two whole days! I had to take up heroin just to have a poor substitute for this place...

As to gumbo, only just this past friday a friend texted me a line from a blues song, something about 'she keeps her gumbo fresh and boiling in the pot' or something. Very sexy.

And now we are, among other things, serving it in the bistro by the time I get back here.

Nice crowd. And a bard and a bride, too! bienvenue! And Dora! pervable legs indeed! Good to see you. Sorry I wasn't here to serve your drink.

O what a stellar weekend I've had. But enough about me. Let's talk gumbo. Anyone got a good recipe they can contribute?

Or a poem about it? Speak to me of gumbo, I who was raised a Swedish Michiganian and didn't even know what biscuits and gravy was until I was 19.

To my credit, I can spot a good peanut butter fudge at about a quarter mile. We're good at that, we northerners.

golly I missed this place.

 

[Homburg]

golly I missed this place.

Ooooh, new av. Rawr.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

shucks, thanks.
It's part of the anti-depressant project.

It may even be working. I hope so.

 

[Homburg]

shucks, thanks.
It's part of the anti-depressant project.

It may even be working. I hope so.

I'm certainly not depressed by it.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

googles biscuits and gravy ... ugh looks disgusting but peanut butter anything (as long as it's smooth) has got my vote. Was just saying to Ron today I am looking forward to getting p/nut butter icecream in Vegas

 

[Homburg]

googles biscuits and gravy ... ugh looks disgusting

Bite. Your. Tongue.

One of the best breakfast dishes ever.

Though, honestly, in all of the countries I was in over in Europe, England was the only one that did breakfast worth a damn. "Continental breakfasts" are for the birds. The only thing about breakfast in Germany was they usually has lunch meats and cheeses out, along with brotchen, so I could make a good sandwich. I just wish I could find a source for real english breakfast sausage over here. Tasty stuff.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You need Walls pork sausages ... got some in my fridge now yummy

 

[Homburg]

You need Walls pork sausages ... got some in my fridge now yummy

I'll take your word for it. The only place outside of the UK that I've had proper British sausage was a pub called Fox and Hounds in Richmond, VA. And they would not say where they got their sausage, the bastards.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'll be the first to admit that biscuits and gravy looks horrible, particularly, I would imagine, in internet photos. Nothing really attractive about it.

But tasty? mmm. Although I have always preferred, and finally learned to make, a version that uses a bacon gravy as opposed to sausage gravy. I don't get all competitive about it, like 'o my b&g is the best ever', but I did learn to make it from a woman who ran a restaurant in St. Louis for many years, so there's that.

And it's a very affordable way to feed a crowd, which was important back when we had a household of seven...

 

[Homburg]

And it's a very affordable way to feed a crowd, which was important back when we had a household of seven...

I wish I could get my kids to eat it. It is darned cheap to make, and viv does a great job with it. My kids are so frikken picky.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I wish I could get my kids to eat it. It is darned cheap to make, and viv does a great job with it. My kids are so frikken picky.

If they like bacon, try it with bacon gravy. Most kids are fine with it then. It's a whole different thing, and I must shamefacedly admit to not being all that fond of sausage in most of its forms.

Most. heh.

 

[champagne1982]

I must admit that biscuits and gravy sounds way too heavy for breakfast here. I much prefer a 3 minute egg, crispy side bacon and whole wheat toast... strawberry preserves and 'mercan style espresso so I can load my coffee with milk and sugar. Oooh and gimme some o' dat cold pressed apple juice woancha pleez?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I must admit that biscuits and gravy sounds way too heavy for breakfast here. I much prefer a 3 minute egg, crispy side bacon and whole wheat toast... strawberry preserves and 'mercan style espresso so I can load my coffee with milk and sugar. Oooh and gimme some o' dat cold pressed apple juice woancha pleez?

*suppressing giggles at your terrible american accent*

Here ya go, darlin'.

When I'm an old lady and wear really tall hairdos and rhinestone-studded cat-eye glasses on a chain, I shall be a late night hostess at a truck stop, and I will show everyone pictures of my grandkids and call everyone "sugar" and "hon".

I don't eat biscuits and gravy for breakfast anyway. We do that for dinner around here, when we can't think of anything else to cook.

 

[Tzara]

Bite. Your. Tongue.

One of the best breakfast dishes ever.

It really is. Heart attack on a plate, but really tasty.

Slap a couple of eggs on it and add a big ol' glass of milk and cardiologists near and far experience arrhythmia.

Though, honestly, in all of the countries I was in over in Europe, England was the only one that did breakfast worth a damn. "Continental breakfasts" are for the birds. The only thing about breakfast in Germany was they usually has lunch meats and cheeses out, along with brotchen, so I could make a good sandwich. I just wish I could find a source for real english breakfast sausage over here. Tasty stuff.

Actually, I really like Continental Breakfasts. When the wyf and I are in Europe, we want to sock up the protein in the morning to go walking about all day, and that meat and cheese thing works really well. The Italian coffee and tiny bread thing, not so much. The French fare a little better because the madeleine

not only begat À la recherche du temps perdu, which we can (I hope) argue the merits of, but it is, in any case, a superb pastry.

I didn't particularly like Paris, but I would travel there simply to eat them.

OK. Exaggeration. But not by much. They are superb.

Italian coffee is really good, though.

And I love English toast. Because it's cold.

Which makes it English toast, of course.

 

[loststar]

ooooooo I love breakfast, it is my favorite meal to make, and possible to consume. My favorite is waffles, I have the most wonderful waffle iron and I just pulled it out after a long sabbatical, I especially love breakfast when I get to make it for people, I just recently started cooking for others again, and I dont know if I could possibly describe how wonderful it is to make breakfast for people I love.oh sweet happiness

 

[unpredictablebijou]

The French fare a little better because the madeleine



not only begat À la recherche du temps perdu, which we can (I hope) argue the merits of, but it is, in any case, a superb pastry.

I didn't particularly like Paris, but I would travel there simply to eat them.

OK. Exaggeration. But not by much. They are superb.

Italian coffee is really good, though.

And I love English toast. Because it's cold.

Which makes it English toast, of course.

Well hello there.

I was just thinking about you.

And breakfast.

Long as you're throwing Proust around, I'll confess. The first time I ever got properly strung up and flogged, it was for a fund raiser, and there was a whole team of dommy types there to work on me, make a big show of it and generally make sure I was alright.

At one point, suspended in wrist and ankle cuffs and being flogged, I said something about having been a literature major in college. I don't know; I was in a rather altered state, but it came up, you know?

So one of the guys who was on this "team," as it were, said O really? I was a lit major myself.

And suddenly, I'm being flogged quite smartly from the back, and in front of me a lovely guy is leaning forward and whispering quotes from À la recherche du temps perdu into my ear.

I was hooked, I will admit. But who wouldn't be?

 

[Tzara]

crispy side bacon

I am continuously puzzled by what Brits and Canadians think of as bacon. Is this what the English call, I think, "streaky bacon" (what I think of as bacon) or that fried ham stuff?

I still shudder at the "bacon and cheese pizza" I ate my first night in London. The hotel was not near any restaurants, it was late (local time), and we were hungry. So, room service.

We got a pizza crust, tomato sauce, Canadian bacon (I am speaking to the Americans, now, obviously) and effing Stilton cheese (think blue cheese or gorgonzola).

Different, anyway.

Several pints of Courage made all well.

It was interesting, though.

 

[loststar]

waffles again
after so long
slick butter
melting into warm
golden flesh
springy until
sticky syrup
seeps in
french kiss of flavor
strong, bold, sugary sweet
demanding your attention
balanced by salty bacon
completing the meal
that fills us both

 

[Tzara]

And suddenly, I'm being flogged quite smartly from the back, and in front of me a lovely guy is leaning forward and whispering quotes from À la recherche du temps perdu into my ear.

You know,

Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure.

THWACK.

Parfois, à peine ma bougie éteinte, mes yeux se fermaient si vite que je n’avais pas le temps de me dire:

THWACK

«Je m’endors.» Et, une demi-heure après, la pensée qu’il était temps de chercher le sommeil m’éveillait; je voulais poser le volume que je croyais avoir encore dans les mains et souffler ma lumière;

THWACK

je n’avais pas cessé en dormant de faire des réflexions sur ce que je venais de lire, mais ces réflexions avaient pris un tour un peu particulier;

THWACK

il me semblait que j’étais moi-même ce dont parlait l’ouvrage: une église, un quatuor, la rivalité de François Ier et de Charles Quint.

THWACK

Cette croyance survivait pendant quelques secondes à mon réveil; elle ne choquait pas ma raison mais pesait comme des écailles sur mes yeux et les empêchait de se rendre compte que le bougeoir n’était plus allumé.

THWACK​

Yeah.

I could do that if you weren't picky about the accent.

Yeah.

Yeah, I could do that.