This past weekend was first weekend, so we decided to trek down to West Bottoms and check out the happenings there, since we had never been. West Bottoms is on the westish side of Kansas City, Missouri. It’s a suspect looking area due to the old, run down looking buildings that riddle the streets. However, on first weekends, it’s a pretty popular area for shoppers and retailers. The first weekend of every month is a big deal for West Bottoms because it’s the only time during the month that all (or most) of the antique and vintage shops are open. So, the shops put out for first weekends and food trucks come down and serve up yummy goodness.
Anyway, as this is a food post, we wandered into Bella Patina. They had nice stuff. Old, but nice. I even found an 8oz stemmed cocktail glass for $2. More importantly, they had a restaurant on the third floor that is pretty dreamy because of the huge windows and third floor magic. But more importantly, they serve, The GOB, pictured at the top of the page. I was intrigued by the GOB. Everyone else had cookies and tacos, but I decided to try the GOB.
The GOB is what I had imagined a French macaron would feel and taste like. Not the hard and tasteless, but pretty, incongruity that it is. Because you can’t be a pretty dessert and be dry and tasteless. You just can’t.
The GOB is pretty much a giant version of a French macaron, except that it is soft and rich and chewy, and sweet and heavenly bad for my current diet, so I devoured it anyway. It is so good. It is everything that a French macaroon isn’t, for me anyways. This particular recipe (you know I asked) consists of two round, mounds of devil food with cream cheese filling in the middle. When you bite into it, it is soft and rich, not fluffy or airy. It’s just right. Perfect amount of chocolate to go with the cream cheese. The guy behind the counter mentioned something about it originating in Pennsylvania and that I won’t find it anywhere else. Which is probably a good thing for my diet.
According to my research in wiki, there are different types of the GOB, better known as whoopie pie. Wiki says that Amish women would make these desserts and hide them in their farmer’s lunches, and when they are found, the farmers would yell, “whoopie!!”. BAM! Whoopie Pie. The GOB can be designated as a pie, a cookie, or a cake.
What ever you want to call it, I need to learn how to make this thing and if you are ever at West Bottoms, go to Bella Patina, on the third floor is Vintage Eats and Sweets. Try the GOB, you will love it. If you already knew about the GOB, shame on you for not sharing your knowledge 🙂
*Disclaimer: All opinions are my own. No one twisted my arm or gave me free GOB to write this post.*