Actually mine are autonomous, infiltrative, single-purposed, small-but cute machines of mass destruction, but that’s just what I call them when they’re behaving themselves. Last year’s casualties include one frisbee (lost twice) and one deflated ball that was maliciously mangled by SkipMagic’s Creepy Forest O’ Thorns™.
My littlest foal has mastered pushing the start button on the dishwasher so I don’t see why not.
Wha-hoo!! Another open-minded person!
::signs self, Gary T, and SkipMagic up in the Strange Men section of the Iowa Carpool Association::
Um, will someone be sending out directions to this delightful sounding eatery or will it be a come-if-you-can-find-it kind of deal?
Well, here is a link to Map Quest directions from Lawrence [from SkipMagic’s post above]. With a bit of copy and paste, you should be able to get directions from anywhere… the address seems to be
209 W 46th Ter
Kansas City, MO
64112-1534
[possibly someone with better knowledge of the area’ll fill in details…however, that’s not me.]
Geez folks, I’d love to provide pie for everyone, but this Dopefest is getting so big! Skip Magic’s list has twenty five people on it! That’s one heck of a lot of pie, plus knives, forks, plates and so on. I’d kind of envisioned something laid back, like last time.
Guess that sounds kind of stingy though. But after eating at this nice restaurant, is everyone still going to be up for pie? How about cookies instead? Easier to transport and consume. I have quite a cookie repetoire as well. Or I could do mini-tarts, (about two bites each), with the same chocolate pecan filling as last years pies. Horseflesh, how would that be? And hey, you live in Topeka, so if you want a whole pie you could stop by my workplace, the cafe at the library, and get some pie there.
Don’t worry, Baker, just come as you are. We definitely don’t want to make you feel like you have to supply us with desserts.
In fact, if this helps and everyone is up for it, how about if we all bring a dessert for afterwards, kinda desserty-potluck style? I mean, sure, I bet we all rush for the cookies or tarts that Baker might bring, but that way no one person feels like they’re feeding an army.
Or if there’s another suggestion, please go ahead and let us know. I am soooo hungry right now; I wonder why…
That sounds like a good idea, and I would have something to add. Nobody should feel they have to bring something. Peoples’ cooking and baking skills vary, as does the amount of time they have.
If, and I mean if, you want to bring something, bring along several copies of the recipe though! How many times have you been to a potluck and wanted a recipe, but the cook didn’t have it with them?
Exactly zero. Not that I wasn’t interested or tempted to ask for the recipe, mind you, it’s just that I wouldn’t be able to do anything with it once I had it. Take, for example, (and to which auntie em can attest) my last attempt at cooking a grilled cheese sandwhich.
The smoke alarm went off. Because of all the smoke. Coming from that damnable sandwhich. I think I may have seen a lick of flame or two, but the smoke pretty much obscured my view, so I wasn’t sure.
Why do you think I was so eager to let Horseflesh take over the grilling duties last year at my house? (Well, beisdes the fact that he’s just a big old hunk of good-looking man, and it’s hard to say “No” to those beautiful eyes of his. Er…)
I look forward to the long car ride with strange men now. Baker, what a wonderful idea. It has happened lots that I have tasted something so divine at a potluck, only to have my hopes dashed when someone says they will e-mail me the recipe and it never came.
I will be bringing a dessert now, I am so inspired by you,Baker
Darn it, I was planning to bring a dessert. You had to go and make it common.
I haven’t decided what to bring yet (and I don’t have as much experience with the gas oven in my apartment as I did with the electric at home, so results may vary) but I’ll bring something. I don’t know if cookies would survive the ride down…
And you wonder why I stopped posting last year. The constant flirty IM’s and dozens of flowers every day were beginning to get to me. I had to step aside so auntie em could get a fair shot at you. You might have something on the eyes though. Several people think I have interesting colored eyes, and if you look close enough you can see through the pupils and spy the little alien inside my head operating the controls.
Egg-zacktly, I want somebody to give me directions like “…turn left at the big oak tree, go on fer ‘bout a quarter-mile, then look fer an old guy named Slappy snoozin’ in a hammock and he’ll direct ya’ll from there.” According to Yahoo maps this restaurant looks like a big red star standing in a purple field. So anyway, does anybody know the best way to get there from Topeka?
I hadn’t planned on bringing anything for after lunch except a pack of menthol cigarettes, which I’ll gladly share with anyone that wants one. Skip, don’t beat yourself up too much over your absent culinary skills. Although I can cook a mean hamburger, the only other things I can make is a bowl of cereal and PB&J’s. You did uncork that bottle of merlot last year in a rather dashing manly way.
Ahh… yes, the merlot. I remember it well; it was my one culinary success. The memories are harsh, though; already I can feel the tears walking the gangplanks of gelatinous ooze I call my eyes.
Anyhoo, for those of you coming from Topeka, I’ll up in the area this weekend, so when I go home Sunday night, I’ll drop by the Plaza and find the best directions for ya’. I’ll try to get Slappy to post for you, Horseflesh, but you know how internet reticent those hammock lovers are.
Christmas of 1983 I went to a delightful event at the church I was attending while in school in Chicago. They called it a cookie exchange. Everyone brought 4 dozen of a single type of cookie, their favorite Christmas cookie, along with the recipe. the cookies were placed on a long table and everyone gathered around the table and took back 4 dozen cookies of several different kinds. The church secretary made copies of all the recipes while the exchange was going on, and we all went home with a lovely platter for a lot less work than it would have taken. I still have all the recipes.
Horseflesh’s favourite cookie recipe:[ul]
[li]Buy tube of Pillsbury chocolate chip cookie dough[/li][li]Poke Dough Boy to make him giggle[/li][li]Open tube[/li][li]Apply favourite eating utensil to contents[/li][/ul]Simple, quick, and tasty. May be fattening. Serves one.
I’m going to try to help with some directions details.
Coming from Topeka or environs, head east on I-70. As you approach KCMO, watch for I-35 south. (I don’t think you want I-670, but I’m not sure it matters. The interstate tangle keeps changing, check a current map if there’s a concern.) When you get on I-35 south, hurry over to the left lane. Take the left-lane exit for Broadway (27th St/Broadway?). Take this street to 46th St. (Somewhere between Westport Rd. and 43rd St. its name will change from Broadway to J.C. Nichols Pkwy.) Turn right on 46th–you will see Figlio right there on the SW corner of 46th & Nichols–and then turn into the parking garage on your right.
Coming from the east on westbound I-70, watch for and take I-35 south. Proceed as above.
From Lawrence, take K-10 east to I-435 south or east (whichever it is, it’s just rounding a corner in that area). Shortly you’ll come across I-35, take it north to the 7th St. Tfwy/Rainbow Blvd. exit–the first/north or east exit for this, you are essentially making a right turn, this will put you on Rainbow. Take Rainbow to 39th St. and turn left. (There might be no left turn at that intersection, so watch for a sign for eastbound 39th St., which will jog you a block over so you can turn left on 39th.) Take 39th to Broadway (somewhat over a mile) and turn right. Proceed as above.