My wife’s job is moving to Kansas, 25 miles away. So we are moving to be only 2 miles from her work, rather than 25. We tried to find a place in Missouri without many steps and on the first floor since we have her mum with and she uses a walker. Hello Overland Park/Leawood!
I will at least be able to walk to the grocery store. In this area, there are two Whole Paychecks within 3 miles of each other. The closest one caters to rich hippies (more schnozz jewelery and lurid tattoos); they other is a haven for soccer moms who seem to be mainly tall Skandahoovian women. There is also a Dean & DeLuca, which is even more insanely expensive than Whole Paycheck. Hen House, a local chain, is more reasonable, and even has a whole kosher butcher shop and a wider selection of fresh sea food than the others I have mentioned.
There are also S. Asian greengrocers and halal butcher shops in the area. Olathe or KCKS is where I shall go to get my ingredients for comida mejicana.
A recent painting of mine.
“Who would believe they would freak out in Kansas, Suzy Creamcheese…” Frank Zappa.
Posted in asian food, carnicerias, chiles, comida mejicana, conspicuous consumptives, ethnic groceries, Kansas, KCKS, Thorstein Veblen award, WHOLE PAYCHECK
Tagged Brownbackistan, chiles, comida mejicana, food geeking, Frank Zappa, OPKS
Wow.. this was great. They made their own beans and the cole slaw was not some bland and overly sweet grocery store salad bar mush. I was most impressed. This was for the grand opening at Local Pig, a an artisanal butcher shop that produces charcuterie in the East Bottoms. This is about two blocks from Knucklehead’s, a music venue where have I occasionally sat in on accordion at the blues jams, just north, across the railroad tracks.
The Local Pig has a nice interior.
There was quite a crowd, even when I got there a bit after noon. It was chilly and windy, in the 40s, but pleasant. There seemed to be a rather well-behaved crowd.
The crowd is served.
The plates were quite nice. The buns/rolls were amazingly good. Not some sort of Bunny Bread/burger bun dreck.
Here’s a photo of my plate.
Pork plate at Local Pig's grand opening.
If I had known, I could have gotten some ribs. But I didn’t. Here’s a plate of rib remains. Sigh. Whimper.
Had I just know; I could have had a rib or three. Shucks.
Lest we forget, the guest of honor… a noble beast..
And here’s the guest of honor with the woman who was nobly serving the Boulevard Ales on tap. Good work, folks!
The Guest of Honor and one of his Minions..
Not forgetting, EL TORITO #3 (I think it’s number 3) just opened its new supermercado on the north side of Independence Avenue, across from ACE Hardware. It’s a really nice place to shop for comida and has a great carniceria.
Posted in barbacoa, beans of all nations, breadstuffs, breweries, carne, carnicerias, charcuterie, el_torito, Kansas City, Local Pig, the noble pig, Thorstein Veblen award
Tagged barbecue, food geeking, frijoles, Kansas City, Local Pig, outdoor cooking, pig roast, pork
And something on waiters from Houston..
Posted in controversy, Do I need this?, food divas, muskrat, Roswell, the charm of formica, Thorstein Veblen award, uffda!
Tagged food geeking, literature, Oh_waiter!, see food, style?, teevee
Baron Ambrosia: From da Bronx.
a self-proclaimed “quaffer of culinary consciousness” and travels around New York City, mostly in The Bronx, documenting various ethnic cultures and their indigenous cuisines, represented typically by the small food establishments (including restaurants, food trucks, street vendors, and grocery stores) he visits. Baron Ambrosia has appeared in Fornal’s self-produced video podcast Underbelly NYC and currently stars in the public-access television cable TV channel BronxNet‘s Bronx Flavor.
Ceriello's collection of primals
Ceriello’s at Belvedere Square Market is great! Richmond just doesn’t get it.
Here are the remains of my Abruzzo panini (from Ceriello’s) and a Saison DuPont: lunch at Gran Cru. The VA ABC couldn’t handle this. Nossir!
Sadly, I could not find a muskrat for Lent at Faidley’s at the Lexington Market. The season is from January 1 – March 15. Que bummer.
(From The Paris Review) ::
The term *foodie* is an infantilism.. it’s a diminutive; the sort of term that a child would use, like doggie or duckie. Or kiddie-winkie.
Charlotta-Westergren: Victory from The Gourmand
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Tagged food geeking, history, literature, style?, torygraph
None of of my peeps at VCU have had to babysit Rao’s chirren.
Where does Rao go for for a quick dosa?