feed me kc

The inaugural, and inevitably final, feed me kc “End Times Tomato Extravabonanza” continued this weekend with another wallet-busting trip to the farmers’ market ($45 in tomatoes, please) and gin-fueled evenings in the kitchen. Saturday I was craving scallops — something that has rarely occurred after I made myself sick on undercooked frozen Costco scallops in [...]

What’s your favorite place to get a breakfast of fried eggs, tomatoes, asparagus, mozzarella, kale pesto, and toast? Okay, it’s not actually National Fried Eggs, Tomatoes, Asparagus, Mozzarella, Kale Pesto, and Toast Day. That, of course, is in September (not really). But this is what I had for breakfast today because that’s pretty much all [...]

As I’ve mentioned before, my Italian is a wee bit weak. But I’m pretty sure panzanella translates to “delicious f-ing summer bread salad”–pane being Italian for “bread” and zanella translating to “delicious f-ing summer salad.” Or something like that. Make this salad while you still can (while tomatoes are in season), and then stop making [...]

One of the nice things about Hell encroaching on Earth is that tomatoes have arrived early! Unfortunately, it also means they won’t be around for long. Never one to dally in the face of impending doom, I’m cramming as much tomato fruit into my mouth as humanly possible. This, of course, includes plenty of BLTs [...]

In my family, shell spaghetti is a sacred meal. It’s not sacred because we put a lot of time or Grandma’s canned tomato sauce into it. It’s sacred because at some point in my youth, it became tradition that my dad would make his shell spaghetti whenever the family got together — including every Christmas [...]

This morning, I stopped by my little plot of land at the 45th Avenue Community Garden. It was out of control! I had ripe cherry tomatoes, kale, green onions, mixed greens and a green pepper that was almost ready to harvest. I picked what I could, and even committed a little tomatocide for the sake [...]

This fantastic spring weather makes me want to grill meat and drink beer — two things I’m trying to somewhat curb. But at the end of a long week, resolve extinguished, I eschew this feeble sham of self improvement and become the beer-chugging, meat-munching stereotype I feign to loathe. I’ll hate myself tomorrow, but I’m [...]

This homemade Cobb salad blew my mind. Especially because it had Kyle’s homemade bacon on it. Yum.