Blogito ergo sum

Huh. She's baaaaaack, colleagues -- and the trip to the house that Trois Rivieres built went very nearly as well as we predicted. Quelle surprise, to coin a phrase -- although since I am a western coyote, I'm not sure if the coinage of that particular realm should be masculine or feminine. Shrug. Also a Gallic gesture, I note. Shall I wear a wild rose in my metaphorical buttonhole as well?

Some wag astutely pointed out to me recently that our muse hated the trip, fought with M. throughout, and a bare paragraph later cooed nonchalantly about sucking back iced coffee and lemon squares with him, in the new Bridgehead on our favourite street. I wonder if these obtusely sexless battles are some sort of twisted post-modern bonding experiences? Perhaps the cold joe 'n lemon squares are an asexual substitute for the make-up sex that is so patently not taking place? Not that bloggers have any place in the bedrooms of the nation. Fuddle duddle, hmmmph and good night.


Agatha said...

* 2 cups flour
* 1/2 cup confectioners' sugar
* 2 sticks butter
* 2 cups sugar
* 1 tablespoon flour
* 1 teaspoon baking powder
* 1/4 teaspoon salt
* 4 eggs, well beaten
* 1 heaping tablespoon grated lemon rind
* 1/4 cup lemon juice

Sift flour and powdered sugar together. Cut in butter until well blended. Press mixture over bottom of a 9 by 13 by 2-inch pan. Bake about 25 minutes at 300° until lightly browned. Combine remaining ingredients and spread on top of the baked crust.

Bake at 350° for 25 to 30 minutes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.
Makes about 12.

6th Apostle said...

I think Coyote has invented a euphemism for asexual make-up sex: cold joe n' lemon squares.


"Hey, 4th Dwarf, did you finally make up with the fair maiden after your pillage on the Spanish Main."

"Arrr. She not be as maken up as I'd been hopin' fer. She be treaten' me to the cold joe n' lemon squares."

Corrie said...

I hate to be a self-referential egocentric, but that won't stop me from saying:(1)Agatha, brilliant, brilliant. We need to make those up and have a little party in celebration of...well...the substitution of lemon squares for sex (yawn) and (2)6A, even more brilliant! A new phrase for Oxford, Cdn Ed! Think I'll submit it, and (3)Coyote, you sharp-nosed critter, you. How's about scoping your new air-conditioned hang-out and den-away-from-home for some lemon-square action?

4th Dwarf said...

Arr, lads, 'tis true. Cold joe'n'lemon squares is no substitute fer sharing th'old biscotti with yer wench.

coyote said...

Not to quibble overmuch here, Dwarf, but in Italian, wouldn't that be a singular biscotte rather than its abominably misused-in -north-american-coffeejoints-with pretensions plural, biscotti? Just asking. 'Less, of course, dwarves got more goin' on than normal sorts, which I suppose is entirely possible...

4th Dwarf said...

Coyote, we've still not seen an explanation for the Georgette vote on the last poll.

I appreciate you keeping a weather eye on my spellification. But as for Italian and related matters, let's just say that on the rare occasion I partake of my coffee at Starbucks, I don't order a "venti", I order a "large".

Do you suppose 5M's preference for the soft texture of a lemon square rather than the crunchy stiffness of a biscotte is somehow symbolic of other choices she's made?

The Independent Gino Vanelli Observer said...

My concern is not the 5M's shunning of the biscotte, but her sadness for the black cars. Trust me, they do look better in the shade.

Conch Shell said...

And those lemon squares certainly aren't the healthy choice, either.

coyote said...

Dwarf, re poll: maybe it's my instinct. Maybe my sensitive and pointy sniffer. Or maybe I'm just messin' with your head. You choose...