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Gourmet Tea BagQuestion: I was invited to an Easter brunch by a family I don't know well. Should I bring a little gift? I don't celebrate Easter and don't know if it is appropriate to bring a gourmet bag of coffee beans, tea etc. or a little desert or something. Is this tacky? Should I just bring myself?
Question: Can you help with a birthday gift for my bf? My bf's b-day is coming up and I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted a tea bag and I said ok and that I could give him more than one. He said awesome and gave me a hug. I thought it was an odd request, but whatever. I went to the grocery store and saw Lipton, Tetley, some other brands, both green and black. Or I may order some gourmet tea...I just done know. If I can't figure it out I may just tell my mom what he wants and have her help me becuase I dont like tea. Thanks!
I told my dad what my bf wanted for his b-day. My dad got mad and told me to not see him anymore and that he will deal directly with him. I don't know whats going on, I'm crying my eyes out...
Question: Never thought I would ask for dating advice on here... is he sick of me? I have been dating a guy long distance since summer. We live 5 hours apart, so we see each other only a few days a month. I recently spent a few days with him, which went well- maybe not as amazingly as some of our weekends together- but overall, nothing seemed amiss. He left for work on Saturday morning, showered me with kisses, and left me a bag of gourmet tea with a note to take it home with me. I slept in, cleaned his kitchen, made him guacamole, and thought I would get a nice phone call when he got home. No. That evening, after driving home, I was at a party and left him a fun drunk message, and assumed that he would definately call me Sunday, but no. I called him Sunday evening, and we had a short conversation. He thanked me for cleaning, said my message was fun, but he didn't have much to say. The conversation was short and a little awkward, but again, nothing amiss on the surface, but I have a feeling of dread that something is wrong and he is tired of me. Am I just paranoid?
He doesn't have another girl, I'm the first girl he's brought home to his family in years. I get anxious and weird in relationships sometimes, so it's hard for me to tell if this is just me doing that, or if there really is something wrong. I don't want to ask him if something is wrong and just seem like a clingy emotional girl.
Question: Am I just being paranoid, or is something wrong? I have been dating a guy long distance since summer. We live 5 hours apart, so we see each other only a few days a month. I recently spent a few days with him, which went well- maybe not as amazingly as some of our weekends together- but overall, nothing seemed amiss. He left for work on Saturday morning, showered me with kisses, and left me a bag of gourmet tea with a note to take it home with me. I slept in, cleaned his kitchen, made him guacamole, and thought I would get a nice phone call when he got home. No. That evening, after driving home, I was at a party and left him a fun drunk message, and assumed that he would definately call me Sunday, but no. I called him Sunday evening, and we had a short conversation. He thanked me for cleaning, said my message was fun, but he didn't have much to say. The conversation was short and a little awkward, but again, nothing amiss on the surface, but I have a feeling of dread that something is wrong and he is tired of me. Am I just paranoid?
He doesn't have another girl, I'm the first girl he's brought home to his family in years. I worry, and get anxious and weird in relationships sometimes, so it's hard for me to tell if this is just me doing that, or if there really is something wrong. I don't want to ask him if something is wrong and just seem like a clingy emotional girl.
He doesn't have another girl, I'm the first girl he's brought home to his family in years. I worry, and get anxious and weird in relationships sometimes, so it's hard for me to tell if this is just me doing that, or if there really is something wrong. I don't want to ask him if something is wrong and just seem like a clingy emotional girl.
He didn't break up with me, he's just acting funny...
Question: Coffee or tea? For our favors we are having insulated bags with a liter of fresh milk, a liter of orange juice, some jam, Devon cream, butters, granola, honey, a few scones, a muffin and piece of coffee cake. Its supposed to be a complete set for breakfast the next morning the main part of it (and only bit that wont be thrown out) is the coffee or tea we would be getting either
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1. filled with three different metal tins of different types of gourmet coffee from our favorite gourmet store in the city and some raw sugar nibs
or
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2. (you put it in the microwave with water and then add tea and let it brew, you then place it on the cup and it pours out) filled with 2 flavors of tea tins, sugar nibs from our favorite loose tea seller
Which would your prefer to receive?
*we have nut free, dairy free, and gluten free bags being made for guests with special needs*
Also is there any component I am missing for breakfast?
I feel like I am missing a little something...
B2B yes that was very much part of the reason.
Also we want to encourage guests to stay as late as they can and not worry about the morning. The only problem with 50% or 50% is what if out of 250 people 200 choose tea and then I have 75 coffee left?
We are making 325 just in case and letting the wait staff take the extras
Also I am getting a good deal on them *they are normally 20 each ?!?!?!* for ordering so many haha
They are pre made bags that are being kept in a fridge and given by the elevator attendant (there is only one way out of the reception down the private elevator)
The milk and all would spoil I assumed and even though they are insulated I wanted to make they will be nice and chilly for the ride home (even though all our guests live within an hour away)
The bar would be great, but I just don't think we could do it.
BUT YOGURT IS GREAT. I will look around for some local organic makers.
I am in NYC actually. I grew up in europe and went to finishing school in the UK
Question: Pop Music Mad Gabs [don't mind the defecating inchworm]>? They may be a bit of the lyrics or the title of a song. None of these songs came out before the fifties or after the nineties and they are all in a rock or soul (top 40) venue. If you've been alive on earth for any time at all you know the songs.
Solve 'em all and be the next wow_bill on your block!
1. This month’s hazard ballerina parking space. Mall liason signaling a pan.
2. Tea hand served while flan misspelling end to end.
3. Red eyed kitkat squealing I’m on next, you Swahili.
4. Hell ignored pygmy pitstops horizon researcher of wet dingos peeing.
5. Forty lumen wall cleaned Dow Industry.
6. The literal latest farm blasted Nina.
7. Jakes alas chained our clocks filled.
8. Cue my route behooves Dave.
9. Lady’s typewriters leaping, boys at night with guns agree on a hound.
10. Wow Bill begs for Roger, Antoine’s film eggs DuPaul.
11. They’ll indeed help mazeltov wolf poaching undenied.
12. Amos Durango bean bag parasol gourmet.
13. Ketchup over one end. Guess how long you might wait. Crooked ball of dentures, Enron’s never gone primate.
!4. Yeah kitty cat! Go fall flat.
Oh Bill, what I wouldn't give to see the look on your wife's face at the dinner table as you babble away filling your mouth with various victuals to achieve the correct phonetic distortion.
Bill? BILL? I hope you were busy and just didn't have time to finish them yet. If I've stumped you I consider it a failure on my part. Clues? Artists?
Gab to me Bill! Somebody call a gabstro-intestinologist, I think he's choking on a syllable!
okay clues Forty lumens is the name of a song by a guy named Roy.
wow bill...think of Grace Slick and cat eyes
Red eyed kitkat = think Smoky Robinson, and a sore in an unmentionable place that's getting better
Ketchup over one end but be careful you don't step in wolf. Think motorcycles Bill.
The literal latest farm...beach boys but a little east of LA with grandma.
Lady's typewriter...think of a red rash or blisters, not sumac, not oak...
They'll indeed help...Okay this one has bottles of stuff and kissing cops in it...and a number...almost ten.
That's all you get for now.
12. Hey mister tambourine man play a song for meat.
Question: What should I get my boyfriend for Valentine's Day? My boyfriend and I have been dating for a while now.
On past Valentine's Days, I've made him a picture frame and made him a gift bag with reasons why I love him.
This time, I'm not really sure what to give him. I was thinking of maybe making him a gift basket of things he likes. I also was thinking of making him a heart shaped cookie and decorating it.
He really likes gourmet and expensive food.. And also good quality tea. He loves going to restaurants and eating exotic food.
But I don't want to stop there. I want to also DO something special for him too.
Should I make my boyfriend a gift basket and a cookie?
What should I DO to make him feel loved on Valentine's Day?
Question: Would you read my short story, please? “We have just received news that the famed Aberlock meteorite is-“
The women reporter was cut off as the screen began to project cerulean light. The screen had changed; it was now a blue display with white text sprawled on its surface, no doubt a government message. “Urgent notice: The Aberlock meteorite has abruptly changed its course and is now heading towards earth. The meteorite’s impact will likely destroy the earth. Citizens are advised to stay indoors, and if possible, a bunker or safe house. The meteorite will breach Earth’s atmosphere in an estimated twenty minutes.”
Lisa turned off the T.V. in disbelief. The Aberlock meteorite had been in the news for some time now, but never in that context. Virtually the entire world knew about the Aberlock meteorite. It was named after Mark Aberlock, the astrologist who first discovered it and had since dedicated every waking moment to its study. Unfortunately, in the wake of man’s arrogance, the possibility of it steering so close to Earth had been preliminarily dismissed.
She ignored her shock for a moment to dissect the message. “Citizens are advised to stay indoors, and if possible, a bunker or safe house.” She scoffed. Apparently, as there was no solution to Earth’s impending destruction, the government had resorted to passing out utterly useless advice.
One last chuckle escaped her, before a dawning realization hit here. She was going to die in; she looked at her watch, roughly seventeen minutes. Every particle of her being was buzzing; she was scared. Grabbing her coat although it would be completely ineffectual, she let herself out onto her front porch and ran five lawns down to her neighbor Jane’s house, who also happened to be her best friend. Before she sped
through Jane’s door, Lisa looked at her watch again. They had fifteen minutes.
Prof. Charles Rivington sat unmoving on his swivel chair, staring sullenly at his computer screen. He had fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes before his laptop melted, fifteen minutes before his beloved texts and papers were incinerated, and fifteen minutes before he and all his students were blown away into the deathly inferno that was to be. But all was quiet now, and he was alone; eerily, and depressingly alone. He was never one to seek companionship or cultivate social skills, and it frequently showed. Even his best students disliked him; claiming amidst swirling rumors that he was cold, aloof, and generally disagreeable.
He stood up suddenly, and resolved to spend his last minutes enjoying one thing he loved; tea. It was fitting, almost amusing, how in one moment his world was filled with pulsing thoughts of papers to grade and bills to pay, and in the next his life’s only dilemma was what type of tea to drink.
Just as he was taking out his mug, a knock sounded. Bewildered, he opened his office door. A girl stood there with her face flushed; a book bag was strapped across her shoulder. He let out a deep sigh; it wasn’t the explosion after all, just one of his students. Not one of the best ones, but certainly one of the most brilliant. Kristen Greene was her name. He decided just then that he would begin doing what he should have done for years. He decided he would be nice. “Professor, I-“ the girl started.
He held up a hand, “Miss Greene, won’t you come in for some tea?” She smiled, and the Professor pondered how long it had been since he had last seen the pearls of anyone’s mouth directed at him. Too long, he decided, and never in such a sincere way. She accepted his invitation, bringing the faintest flicker of a smile to his lips with her response. “Professor, I’d love to. I have ten minutes, at any rate”.
Elaine rushed to the plaza, for the first time leaving her brimming shopping cart, with all her possessions behind. She was poorly clad; dressed in rags and jackets, and any other manner of clothing she had found. She burst into the grocery store Gourmet Selection, the place she had always wanted to go to. Often, she had dreams of being rich and comfortable. Dreams in which she could buy anything in Gourmet Selection, or even the entire store if she so desired.
Picking up her dragging blazer, she ran like a rampaging raccoon through the store wanting only to get to one place; the bakery. The woman working there had her arms crossed on the cool, clear cover of the counter, resting in defeat. Elaine stepped up to her, “Excuse me, excuse me!” she chirped.
The woman gazed at her with a gloomy eye. “Yes?” she asked wearily.
“I’d like a slice of your best chocolate ganache.”
“That would be our Belgian chocolate truffle cake.” The woman informed her, “Did you not hear the news?”
“Oh, I heard the news.” Elaine replied happily, “I just couldn’t care less.”
The woman handed her a large slice of cake and a fork, and Elaine sat down at a small table across from the counter.
She began to dig in. It was easily the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her entire life. Rich, creamy, sumptuou
s…she paused.
“Why don’t you have some?” she asked the woman. The woman looked surprised for a minute, and then a hearty laugh rumbled from under her baker’s frock.
“Why then, I suppose I will.” Serving herself a slice, the woman sat down next to Elaine. They ate their cake in silence, savoring every morsel. “That was-” the woman began.
“Delicious!” Elaine finished.
The bakery woman looked at the clock, they had five minutes. “Well, how about some more?”
Lisa and Jane had decided to spend the rest of their lives, five minutes, outside. It was beautiful, tauntingly gorgeous. The sky was a brilliant blue shade, it was warm, and everything glistened with the sun’s kisses. In just a couple minutes, the sky would change, and they would see the signs of the meteorite. For now however, everything was peaceful. They both lay on the grass with their eyes closed; they didn’t want to see it when it came. Laying there in temporary bliss, Lisa had one realization which she wished to convey
to her friend. Before the words fully escape her lips however, a light blinded her, and Lisa and Jane were swept up in the fiery wind of their final defeat.
In that moment, their world, which had taken oceans of blood and tears to create, was reduced to dust, and the only thing to be heard was the faint whisper of a woman’s last thought; ignorance is bliss.
Robert S, what do you mean "where it ends and where it begins"?
If you are referring to the annoying stops in the writing, that's because it wouldn't let me post everything at once.
You might have been looking at it when a part of it was missing, as I had to add twice to it.
Question: Would you want to receive this gift? ...give this gift? I'm about to move forward with my healthy gourmet gift basket business, and I'd like to know your thoughts - do I have a market?
A fine selection of the following for eg.: tea, coffee, cookies, chocolates, all the pantry ingredients ie rice, beans, spices, sauces to make an Italian, Indian or Mexican meal, honey, pickles, antipasto, dried fruit, nuts - the selection goes on....
upon inspection you realize that all these goodies are all healthy -either low g.i., easy and slow to digest/process, gluten free, organic, sugar free, high protein, high fibre, low fat - whatever combo supports your healthy lifestyle.
Your gift may also come with spa goodies, fruit, wine or gift certicates for in home services ie: cleaning co., mani pedi spa services, hair wash and set,
btw: I'd like to offer useful containers ie: trays, boxes, bowls, hat boxes, decorative storage containers, white cake box towers and tote bags instead of the traditional baskets with the handles.
What do you think? Would you want to receive this gift, give this gift?
Your comments are appreciated. Thank you!
Thanks so much for your answer and especially for the extra info and links - info is always good.
Question: Would you want to receive this gift? ...give this gift? I'm about to move forward with my healthy gourmet gift basket business, and I'd like to know your thoughts - do I have a market?
A fine selection of the following for eg.: tea, coffee, cookies, chocolates, all the pantry ingredients ie rice, beans, spices, sauces to make an Italian, Indian or Mexican meal, honey, pickles, antipasto, dried fruit, nuts - the selection goes on....
upon inspection you realize that all these goodies are all healthy -either low g.i., easy and slow to digest/process, gluten free, organic, sugar free, high protein, high fibre, low fat - whatever combo supports your healthy lifestyle.
Your gift may also come with spa goodies, fruit, wine or gift certicates for in home services ie: cleaning co., mani pedi spa services, hair wash and set,
btw: I'd like to offer useful containers ie: trays, boxes, bowls, hat boxes, decorative storage containers, white cake box towers and tote bags instead of the traditional baskets with the handles.
What do you think? Would you want to receive this gift, give this gift?
Your comments are appreciated. Thank you!
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