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Nourished
Rain speckled the sky and gently tapped and pecked across the brim of my cap. I pulled my coat tight across my shoulders in an effort to seal myself off from the chill of the wind. A basket, carrying a small sack of flower and a full jar of milk, swung recklessly from the crook of my arm as I ran.
By Tanner Orel3 years ago in Feast
Ooh, That Alfredo
I am an elementary educator. I made it home completely drained. Depleted to the point of sheer exhaustion, I walked in the door and kicked my shoes across the room. The torture device called my bra was taken off next. Hindered by it's restricted straps and in pain from the much needed underwire, I took it off immediately without taking off my shirt. It was flung successfully onto a door knob. The weight of gravity never felt so good as my breast went back to where nature intended them to be. I unbuttoned my pants and ran my hands along the ripples on my stomach created by a waist band just a little too tight from Marketside decadent chocolate chunk cookies and Little Debbie strawberry shortcake rolls ice cream.
By Theresa Marie Cain3 years ago in Feast
Soulful Serenity: A Ladle of Love from Grandma's Kitchen
Growing up, I was lucky to have a grandma who prepared delicious meals that could both comfort and heal. Her culinary approach was simple, yet wonderful, as she instilled love, care, and a lifetime of expertise into every meal. Grandma's kitchen holds numerous upbeat recollections for me, but one in specific sticks out: the day I gotten her relieving chicken noodle soup when I required it the most.
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Feast
Khichadi & Kadhi
Khichadi & Kadhi: A plate of comfort It was January of 2021. The world was coming to grips with the reality and rapidly changing guidelines for isolation and treatment of a new and deadly pandemic. We had managed to stay away from COVID for almost a year. Our cook had been given temporary leave till the pandemic scare reduced. Cleaning and cooking duties were shared between family members and I was the designated cook from the time we went into lockdown.
By Deepti Thakkar3 years ago in Feast
Velvet Embrace:
Raindrops pelted the window, their rhythm a haunting echo to the thud of my heart. It was my third week alone in a new city. As night fell, the vast expanse of buildings around me, towering and impersonal, felt more like prison walls than a new beginning. Three weeks, yet it felt like an eternity since I’d left my hometown – the place of Sunday family dinners, weekend picnics, and laughter echoing across the streets of my small town neighborhood.
By Kat Bartschi3 years ago in Feast
Nourished
"Grandma's Nourishing Chicken Soup" Once upon a chilly autumn evening, when the wind whispered secrets through the rustling leaves, I found myself feeling weary and a touch lonely. The weight of the world seemed to bear down on my shoulders, and all I craved was a warm, comforting embrace. That's when I received a message from my grandma.
By Vincent onyango3 years ago in Feast
Stella Blue Coffee Review - A Heavenly Cup of Joe
Stella Blue Coffee has quickly become a go-to for coffee lovers. This artisan roaster offers an elevated coffee experience through premium beans and skillful technique. We explore why Stella Blue is gaining renown among third wave coffee fanatics.
By Prasanth Kumar3 years ago in Feast
Fried Zucchini and a Sense of Normalcy . Second Place in Nourished Challenge. Content Warning.
“Don’t talk to Ulf,” I heard someone say as I arrived on the job site, “He was doing shots of NyQuil at the bar last night, and he’s in a bad mood.” I had heard of Ulf through coworkers, who played him up like some kind of indestructible gutter punk, the sort who could be found in cities in the 90’s, but which were a dying breed by that spring day in 2002. Ulf was in New York by way of the circus, by way of south Boston for Fashion Week.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Feast
A taste of love and comfort
The time I was offered this dish, it was a chilly winter evening. I had just returned home after a particularly challenging day at work, feeling exhausted and a bit defeated. The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders, and I longed for something that could provide solace and warmth.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Feast
Cherry Cobbler
The memory of the cherry cobbler takes me back to a summer afternoon when the weight of uncertainty settled heavily on my shoulders. It was a period of transition, with looming changes and an undercurrent of anxiety. My mind raced with endless "what-ifs," and I found myself struggling to find a sense of grounding amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
By shallon gregerson3 years ago in Feast
Pillows of Love
It was 2011, the day after my husband’s burial. The exhausting run of hospital visits, sleepless nights, hospice, and the random sandwich in a knotted stomach was over...for now. There was so much sadness, guilt, and worry that I wasn’t sure if I could bear it. There was the stress of making arrangements and stifling my grief while contending with scheduling and finances. A father and a stepdad who could not be in the same room for longer than a few minutes. Corralling my hubby’s family and updating friends. I was nothing short of a hot mess.
By Lynn Jordan3 years ago in Feast
