Lola at the Coffee House

Yup...dice it up; salt it; let it sweat; then saute it lightly with the mushrooms. At the end, I toss in the sliced leeks. Although the original recipe called for raw potatoes (and onions rather than leeks)...I prefer to shred the potatoes and saute them in olive oil before adding them to the beef and other stuff.

Lots of Filo dough makes the dish.

bumpscrunch

I once tried my hand at making a dish a TV chef had somehow enthused me to try. It wasn't too difficult finding the supermarket or even locating where the ingredients were located on the shelves. I just gave the list to the supervisor and she found them all pretty quicky apart from the ground Balmoral lichen which I decided to do without as the instructions I got off the programme's website said to use only a wee pinch. That was out of stock due to the programme. She said the shelf was cleared by 10 o'clock.

There's nothing like acting the handsome gump in a supermarket to get the staff's mothering instinct warming up. It's something I learned off ladies. But it's necessary for blokes to look the part.

I started feeling a bit odd at the checkout though. The old dear I got was so cooperative it was embarrassing. She kept asking me if I could manage alright. It got a little odder walking across the car-park with my two shopping bags, I had bought two six-packs whilst I was there and a large Melton Mowbray pork pie, but as soon as I got behind the wheel it went away. I backed the car right up to my door so that the risk of anybody seeing me getting shopping bags out of my boot (trunk) was reduced to a minimum.

It was when I put my pinny on that the odd feeling came back. Only stronger. I knew there was something amiss so I stared out of the window vacantly and I slowly began to realise that my unconscious was wondering if I was in the early stages of a cross-dressing jag which I had been repressing for a long time along the lines Dr Freud explained so suspiciously.

That did it. Project deferred until I could get help and so I put the pork pie in the oven at 120 for half an hour by which time I could have eaten a scabby donkey after thinking food for so long.

BTW--James Boswell would have used "eat" instead of "eaten" in that last sentence.

That could be a STromboli if there was a bit of tomato sauce in the veggie/meat concoction.
Ilike hearing about these nifty concoctions that can be done on a baking pan and would leave enough for a next day lunch.

I assume the flavors marry and "get it on" so the next day is even better tasting? Or does the philo lose some crispness?

AS several students of male pattern sexual diversions have written
"If you worry about whether you are, you are"

I know fm. Just who do you think you are addressing? Do you seriously think that the clientele of Lola's Coffee-House don't know a simple and well known thing like that. In which direction do you think the sky is?

It was necessary that I continued repressing my urges to wear cute and fashionable costumes and frilly underclothes and having my hair styled once a week and my toes pedicured and being excused certain duties because my fingernails are too long on account of my having to start shaving so that my jowls could be rendered smooth enough to carry it off without me looking ridiculous. Have you tried putting on a wrinkle removing face mask, before going to bed, with a beard? However macho the male model in the Gillette ads looks do we know where he goes on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights?

I could hardly spread cow-**** in a crinoline now could I? It is an economic necessity that I resist such tempting urges.

Out.

Are you absolutely sure of that?

Machismo is so passé.
Let's revive the Renaissance. (How redundant is that?)

That's how you spend your time? Spreading cow-****? Well, dress appropriately--crinolines have been out for decades. Catch up with the times, spendi, the 50's are long gone (and that includes the 1750's and 1850's as well as the 1950's). Successful cross-dressing requires that you actually know what the other gender wears--currently.

Relax, thumb through some fashion mags, and have a cannoli with your tea. I think Wassau gets them freshly made in Little Italy.

I will thumb through my copy of Adbusters, while sipping on my caffeine laden alcohol smoothie.
Don't judge, we all have our vices.
Mine involve the booze and the java.

All around us, I'd say. Holding us close but not too tight, thanks to the forces of gravity.

Thanks to you, spendi for your amusing and ever diverting antics. And you too fm and others for serving so often as spendi's straight men/women. So nice to come home to after such a hard day.

And very well done too, spendi. I love romance.......

How very appropriate Matt. Will you be Wassau's HR department head? He needs help in that department. He only knows food and good service, when it comes to management, he's all thumbs.

Yum, Frank. Keep the food coming folks. I'm dying of hunger.

Oh dear! Me and thumbs hardly get along of late.
My management strategies are quite unorthodox. I favor intrinsic to extrinsic rewards to "motivate". I would consider the role provided sufficient means of demonstrating purpose for the staff. Wassau seems quite capable of providing for the needs of his customers. I will assist him in any way possible. I can bump and grind with the best of 'em. I will bump if needed.

I'm ... absolutelypositive.

So, what is that thing: biscuit, cookie, or scone?

That bear claw i had yesterday was pretty good . . . may i have that again, please?

OH great, theres a kick in the virtual ass. Im now a strait man for the king of no-liners and the maven of the run-on sentence and the fact free assertion.

Oh well, gimme a cannoli without all those chocolate thingies on them, Im gonna sit here and do fuckin caricatures of the patrons.
Spendi, cross yer legs. WIth all that crinoline you look like the PATH tunnel.