Its all dependant on how many are coming too, and at what time. if me and thee are first there, which seems likely, i want to be eating as soon as, and then again somewhere at about 6-7pm, but i could care less about restaurants. pub food all the way.
or same as last time.
We stick to the code. I don’t mind holding up an area if theres 4-5 of us to do it with. how many do we know are going? show of hands!
sticks hand in air Me. Don’t know when I’ll get there though.
Me too! Probably get there about 3ish, all being well.
Hvae fun for me, guys! Wish I could join you. Oh, how I wish I could join you. But since I am stuck here, I’m sending hugs and virtual rugelach:
http://magazines.ivillage.com/goodhousekeeping/recipefinder/recipe/0,,547972,00.html
http://www.oakridger.com/stories/112801/foo_1128010056.html (scroll down)
http://www.naplesnews.com/npdn/ne_food/article/0,2071,NPDN_14931_2490256,00.html
http://www.baking911recipes.com/cookies_rugelach_lorabrody.htm
Stay out of trouble, now!
I am alarmed to see that casdave is intending to bed down in the reply to thread link.
Also, I ain’t gonna be there.
Cool. 
I was going to attempt to bake rugelach, and may still. Any hints or tips Eva? Or shall I just stick to cookies?
I’ll be there about 12:30 and will be doing one of two things before i arrive:
Calling in the ol’ greasy for a huge-arse fry up
Getting some Jerk Chicken off of the Jamaican Bloke on Hoxton Market
So i’ll be well fooded up until about 6 or 7, and then pub food will do me fine.
And the trouble with sticking to the Code is that i’m a gentleman me - so i feel obliged to offer my seat to the laydeez (not Angua though - she’s an honourary bloke) so its me that ends up without a seat - even if i’ve stayed in the pub.
When did that happen? And why?
Oh, and I can imagine that at least one person may well be rather disturbed at the thought of me being a (honourary even) bloke!!
Tips:
Butter the pans half to death, no matter what the recipe says, because baked-on jam is a pain in the you-know-what to scrape off.
Do not, under any circumstances, think about how much fat and how many calories are in the darn things.
Enjoy!
Of course, you are free to bake regular cookies in lieu of, or even in addition to rugelach, but myself, I love a challenge.
(Of course, take this with a grain of salt - my last Baking Challenge to Self involved a last-minute Cafe Society panic thread on how to spackle togther broken cake layers that had stuck to the pan. Note to self: when using a book written by an award-winning pastry chef, FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS, and don’t be too lazy to run out and buy wax paper to line the bottoms of the pans. Luckily, most problems in life can be solved with enough bittersweet chocolate ganache and a couple of toothpicks. And never forget the whipped cream. Whipped cream can solve almost anything. I should know; I’m a third-generation whipped cream professional. Don’t ask.)
Thanks Eva! I am now very tempted to try my hand at rugelach now. Its whether they’d survive from Thursday evening…
Really? Sounds, er, interesting. 
They will stay fresh. WHeether they will survive otherwise is entirely up to you.
The truth is not nearly as tantalizing as it sounds. My grandparents used to own a little ice-cream shop, where my dad worked in the summers when he was growing up. My first couple of part-time jobs in high school carried on the noble Luna whipped cream squirting tradition. (Plus they were about the only people in town who would hire 15-year-olds.)
The latter is the bit that I’m worried about. 
Drat! No juicy gossip then.
Is it just me who started laughing out loud at this? Probably. : pervert smiley:
If I can make it on Saturday I’ll join in with the saving seats game. Sounds like fun. I never seem to have any trouble in pubs with this sort of thing. 
Well, feel free to let your imagination run wild anyway. I’m all about making people happy, with whipped cream or otherwise.
But haven’t you already effectively admitted to lesbianism? Or so I can hope.
Only in your wildest, raunchiest fantasies.
I noticed that too I would offer my sofabed, like I usually do, but we’re going to be packed that night as it is. What we need is one of those beds you pull down from the wall. And an extra room to put it in.
Sorry to hear that 
I will be there at some point in the afternoon, and won’t be going off for food later either - so can save seats.
me 'ousemate Tim might be joining us (as met by ScifiSam and Crusoe).
Basically we were both meant to go to a surprise party for a mate, but we hate all of her other friends and they don’t particularly like us either (fecking luvvies the lot of them). Since this is my excuse for not going he’s tempted to use it as his excuse too.
Actually i think he’s only coming because he thinks he might meet more Lesbians there.
Anyone’d think Dopefests were a hotbed of lesbianism…