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Summer sweet
Take a deep breath in. Now let it out. Summer is here. Swimming pools, bonfires, outdoor sports, beach trips? Yes please-- sign me up. The sun and the temperatures may be high but so are our spirits. Burgeoning bug populations can't bring us down either; this is the season of fireworks and fourth-of-July parties, and I'm here for it. I still remember playing wiffleball at my cousin's house every 4th, almost like a cut plotline from the Sandlot. I also remember how much I hated wiffleball as a kid, and it's funny how much I'd like to take another crack at it now. Luckily for an unathletic child there was a lot more to do at family parties than swing that tiny yellow bat and hope against hope for a homer to an imaginary crowd of adoring fans.
By alan pierce4 years ago in Feast
I just want mac n' cheese so here are some fun facts about my mom's iconic summer pasta salad i guess. Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge. Top Story - June 2022.
Did somebody say three free boxes of mac n' cheese just for entering a Vocal challenge?!?! Oh boy! Is this Christmas or summer? I can't tell. To paraphrase Marlon Brando in The Godfather, this is a damn good offer I can't refuse. Just like Vito Corleone in the first movie of the trilogy, I want to firmly shake BOTH HANDS of the genius who thought of this brilliant idea. You've literally made me come out of a Vocal blogging hiatus just for this challenge. Thank you. Honor on you, honor on your cow, honor on the mac n' cheese company sponsoring this shindig. You've made this mac n' cheese lovin' girl very happy.
By Kathryn Milewski4 years ago in Feast
Summer Memories of a Southern Lady
When the Summertime hits, I always think of eating seafood. In addition, I like to travel to various cities that are in major ports. Seafood is best in the Summertime because it does not take long to cook. When I eat seafood, I think about how someone had to go out into the ocean or river to fish, crab, shrimp, or oysters.
By April Denise Stuart4 years ago in Feast
The Sweet and the Fire
The summer is an overabundance of carnal pleasures. Where some people may only concern themselves with the heat that Summer brings; the real crowning jewels of the season are the abundance of delicious fruits that are “in season”, and fire pits set ablaze to grill a range of delicious foods. To pick only one food to signify summer, would be equal to choosing only one instrument to signify an orchestra, or star to define the galaxy. Too vast an array of sights, sounds, smells, and tastes which create the symphony of sensations experienced, all possessed within summer, and to choose only one as its mascot would simply do it an injustice.
By Greg Davis4 years ago in Feast
Summers in Georgia
My grandmother composes menus like symphonies, each hors d'oeuvre, entree, and accompaniment tabulated in 3/4 time. Preparation takes on a rhythm, and dawn is the down beat. Wake up, two, three; marinate ribs, two, three; fry bacon, two, three; slice grapefruit, two, three; scramble eggs, two, three; start the slow roast, two, three. There is a delicate dance of timing, such that each moment of the day is spent either cooking food or consuming it.
By E. A. Reece4 years ago in Feast
Nostalgia is a Three-Bean Salad
“That’s crazy!” I said, wrestling our dull can opener into a can of green beans. I stood next to my mother at the long laminate countertop that peeled up at the edges, a green plastic bowl between us. She stared down as she carefully diced an onion, not meeting my gaze. I had just finished telling her we would never fight, a reassurance following her argument with my little brother, but she had responded that we would. Maybe not until I was older, she said, but she could promise we would. At nine years old, I was aghast.
By Star Blackford4 years ago in Feast
The time I returned to the sun
Within whatever stretches of menial memory that cascade through my mind, the stretch of long golden road sure is one I itch return to each night when my eyes slam shut against dank English pillow. Memories of sun-baked sapphire skies and oven roasted architecture shimmering shades of eroded grey, tan and red. Amidst them all was my red skin, throbbing purple as its surface felt the force of my pointing finger. I was sure if our celestial master in the sky stared at me any longer, bubbles would begin rupturing on my shoulders like I really was a sunny side up in the fryer.
By Jake Worrall4 years ago in Feast
Most Iconic Summer Food
I moved to NEPA when I was 12 years old and that summer, was indoctrinated into the summer activities starting with the Rattlesnake Roundup, hosted by the Noxen Volunteer Fire Department. Aside from the snakes (contained behind a double fence) these gatherings featured music and food. According to my taste buds Potato Pancakes were the most wonderful of these. They were Invented in Eastern Europe by the Ashkenazi in the 1800s when there were crop failures. Polish and Ukrainian farmers planted potatoes to replace the lost crops because they were inexpensive and easy to grow. When they emigrated to the Wyoming Valley in NEPA they brought their recipes. These delightful pancakes are sold three for a dollar and served with applesauce or sour cream (I like both). It is a delicious combination that tones down the oil (usually grapeseed or vegetable) and is most perfect when the potato pancakes come hot off the griddle. Because they are lightly fried in oil (not drowned deep fried), potato pancakes have a light flavor of potatoes and onion.
By Wanda Joan Harding4 years ago in Feast
