It Begins at Home

Citing Henry Bloch, the Kempers and the Kauffmans, my frenemy at Tony's Kansas City recently noted that "Kansas City loves the 1%." It's an insightful an entirely accurate observation. While I still have to stifle an adolescent urge to key luxury cars with price tags of over $50,000, I venerate the incredibly wealthy people who have invested portions of their time and fortunes into improving the quality of life within our community.

Pupusa

During my first visit to a new Salvadoran restaurant in downtown Overland Park I considered asking for a job application. I loved the food and staff of El Salvadoreno so much that I longed to spend all my time in the homey establishment. Entirely unfamiliar to me, the cuisine possesses inexplicable healing properties.

Getting My Goat

My refrigerator is filled with goat milk. A goat farmer peddles his wares out of a truck on a residential street in a midtown neighborhood every Saturday morning. A member of my compound consumes his milk, cheese and chicken eggs as if they were manna from heaven. I don't particularly care for the stuff.