humanity
Humanity topics include pieces on the real lives of chefs, professionals, amateurs, inspiring youth, influencers, and general feel good human stories in the Feast food sphere.
My Fair Lady
We pull up to a crowded parking lot stretched half a mile wide. Cars litter the streets, while near by houses make $5 per car they allow to park in their driveway. An unappetizing smell hits us first as we pass the livestock. Let's pretend it isn't there, shall we? We sprint past the cows and the building of oddities and souvenirs to the next layer of the hot, crowded county fair lasagna. Sketchy vendors pedal tacky jewelry, knives, and custom leather belts. A glimmer catches my eye of a shiny something I want to touch, but the grumble in my stomach keeps me on track.
By Jamie Brown4 years ago in Feast
Gnarly Potato Salad. Top Story - June 2022.
Is there anything more universally binding and delicious than potato salad? For my family, traveling around from coast to coast, up and down from North to South, recipes from home are the one thing that doesn’t get broken in moving.
By Kristen Christensen4 years ago in Feast
La Dolce Vita Estiva
We lived in a typical wartime house on the south end of town. A single maple tree dotted most front yards, though ours had a swing my Dad built. I was always proud of that. It felt like a little notch above the other neighborhood kids. I imagined it felt similar to when someone in the neighborhood had a pool, though nobody in ours did. Each backyard was nothing more than a bland rectangular patch of grass, and on sunny days my sister and I dragged our deck chairs to the middle of it, plugged our ghetto blaster into the extension cord and fed it through the kitchen window to blast the Cranberries or Counting Crows. Sometimes we listened to the radio to hear of any concert ticket contests we could try for. We lathered our bodies in tanning oil, and spritzed our hair with lemon juice, setting a timer to remind us to turn over every twenty minutes or so. Two whole months stretched before us with nothing to do. Those summers tasted like sun-drenched peach juice dripping down my chin, and salty, soggy chips from wet hands diving into the bag after a swim at the local beach. The hours ticked by while our parents were at work; too young for jobs ourselves, we basked in the freedom to choose what the day would bring. I can still taste the penny candy from the variety store on the main street. We'd swing our little paper bags around for all the neighborhood kids to see as we walked back home from our splurge. Some days I'd buy the giant jawbreaker and lick it while we walked until my tonge was raw and stained red and blue. We tried all the new flavours of pop from the dispenser, and mixed them together melting a popsicle into it and called it swamp water. In the evenings, Dad would put the sprinkler on and ask us to pick snap peas and cherry tomatoes from the little garden that lined the edge of the yard. We'd split the skin of the peas open pulling from the vein and count how many were in each, popping them in our mouths like m&m's as we worked. Back then we still ate meat, and so those summers tasted like grilled hamburgers with too much ketchup and mustard, homegrown garden salads and buttered and salted corn on the cob. Mom proudly used the corn holders I had made at school which were bright orange melted plastic and hard to hold with greasy fingers. On Sunday evenings after dinner, Mom, my brother, sister and I would get on our bikes and head over to the park to listen to the music playing on the barge. Dad didn't like the crowds and said the style of music wasn't great, so he stayed back. Some evenings it was an Elvis impersonator, or an old-folks band that played songs I'd never heard of. But it brought a crowd, and families sat on picnic blankets or camp chairs until the mosquitos came out. That or the donation basket started getting passed around which split the crowd up pretty quickly. On humid evenings we were allowed to get an ice cream from the concession stand, but mostly we swam near the shore while Mom listened to the music. She knew all the songs, and sang along to each one.
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Feast
I Want To Store Food . Top Story - April 2022.
During the first lockdowns we all saw what fear can do. Before the introduction of a kind of rationing by the shops, I saw SO many people who had piled their carts up with what was clearly panicked swipes at the shelves. Bags of potatoes, perishable items, enough toilet paper to re-wrap all the pharaohs and all the rice and pasta they could get their hands on. Less than two weeks later I saw bins on my street full of food. Veg which had expired, impulse buys the buyer didn't even like to eat, and so, so many spoiled fruits and veggies.
By A Very English Prepper 4 years ago in Feast
Which vegetables we can eat in Navratri
One of the first things to do is to decide what kind of food you like and don’t like. Then figure out whether you can eat a particular type of food every day. When you do this, you’ll become able to recognize foods that are difficult to digest, and also which ones have the best health benefits. If you don’t know what vegetables you do and don’t like, try each one and see what you think, or ask your doctor.
By TrendingFastIndia4 years ago in Feast
The Modern Day Vegetarian . Top Story - April 2022.
My Story Since early 2019 pre covid I have been on a journey of varying diets. Finding out what does and doesn't work for me, and I am going to share with you my story. Everyone's reason for cutting out meat and dairy or putting meat and dairy back in their diets are different. Personally I have more than a single reason, and I don't think I could ever go back! In fact I would personally recommend vegetarianism and veganism to anyone, but of course people love their dairy and meat, and I don't blame them.
By Ruby Estelle 4 years ago in Feast
Therapy Dog Annie Rose is the new Cadbury Bunny
Annie Rose is the new Cadbury Bunny Annie Rose, a therapy dog from Ohio has been passed the torch from Betty the Frog and crowned the 2022 Cadbury Easter Egg Bunny. Betty is the 2021 winner but is still being shown in current television ads. If you have watched commercial television during the past three decades you have surely seen the humorous yet heartwarming commercials.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Feast
The Muffin
I am no baker, nor am I into the culinary arts. I don’t know the first thing about making edible foods. The muffin however amazes me because of its shape, how it’s almost two separate pastries in one. It has a bottom portion that is made of the same ingredients as the rest of the body, yet somehow has a different texture and slightly different taste to its counterpart up top. For myself, the muffin top is the main attraction. That’s where the slightly crispy yet very soft crust lies. When opened straight out the oven it creates a billowy cloud of sweet aromatic perfection. There’s just something about the muffin that screams wholeness. Not all muffins are created equal though, some aren’t sweet at all and are made of grains and other ingredients that aren’t the best tasting. While not the best tasting, they are good for the soul, it may not satisfy the taste palate but it does feed the body. A strong body equals a strong and healthy mind that makes this hectic life of ours just that much more tolerable.
By Jose Zuniga4 years ago in Feast
