feed me kc

Emily thinks I’m a “food dork” for saying this, but my idea of a perfect Saturday is a morning at the Brookside Farmers’ Market (maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time), an afternoon in the kitchen, and a night eating (and drinking) outside. Last weekend, I [...]

I hope I’m never slaughtered, roasted, and served in celebration. But if that’s how things play out, I have to insist that my bronzed, apple-stuffed pate sit perched in the middle of the feast, so I can peer around the room and shoot Maraschino cherry daggers at all the long-weekend, wine-guzzling gluttons luxuriating in my [...]