Lola at the Coffee House

The thinking man's perfect kitchen utensil.

Coffee. Please and thank you.

It might be that it is Gaida's fault that she hasn't got the hips of Nigella due to her askesis in relation to yum-yummy-yum yums.

We have one of those airhead cooks in US name of GIADIA--Her name sounds like a bacterial infection that is immune to all antibiotics

I gather that was a promo for the liqueur Tia Maria, similar to Kahlua. One can make a fair version out of coffee, sugar, vodka, and time.

(never did see what you think is the thinking man's perfect utensil)

Those men who take it upon themselves to speak on behalf of women are a low form of pond life imo. They must assume that women are incapable of speaking for themselves to begin with and they have an interest in them continuing to be incapable in order for them to set them straight which is a process requiring the use of the vocal chords authoritatively.

What a sweetie pie your are, Sugar Pie.

No, i don't think so, just inept. A look at Clothing's three posts suggests that while it might be a bot account, it is more likely just someone who speaks English very poorly, and who hopes to post spam at some time soon.

Crispy bacon, scrambled eggs made with plenty of butter, and good ead, toasted. And when I say good bread, I don't want any of that crap stuff. Good bread. Thank you.

I love poached eggs these days, too. Used to hate them, now they are a delight. Some bacon, or smoked salmon, or with anything, really.

Looks like todays weather will be benign, a day in early spring. I see mee in the dirt like a little kid in a sandbox. I must get my special "pepper grass" leaf lettuce crop in. I make a special Mesculen mix with cole plants like hot mustard and mix it with red leaf and deer tonguelettuces. I plant them as rows of little clumps that can be harvested all at once per clump. Peas are in, as are redbeets. Now I need to do onions and do an early cultivation of my garlic and spinach that I planted last fall.

lonely guys eh?

By the by or not. I think Setanta has given ample proof that he understands very well.

A soldier, in British English, is a thin strip of bread or toast; the soldiers that a slice is cut into are reminiscent of soldiers on parade. The toast is sliced in this manner so that it can be dipped into a soft boiled egg that has had the top of its shell removed.

Why don't you say the things you used to say?
Why do you treat me like a piece of clay?

Yes--that's the sort of proof I am trying to learn to accept.