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The Exact Place You're In
In Canada, "summer" is a mysterious, whooshing blip. It's the kind of thing you think about with slow deference and longing, month upon month, and when it arrives, it rushes past, a fleeting devil on the wind.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Feast
Summertime Stew
Summertime for my family means lots of time outside, in nature, camping from the back of our minivan, and sleeping out under the stars with our only cooking vessel being the thing that gives us s'mores and toasted hotdogs for snacks: the campfire. Cooking over the campfire in a big cast iron pot some stew or soup is a staple for dinner in my household while camping because it allows us to make some quick snacks during the day still while having a hearty meal that evening.
By Shelbi Thomas4 years ago in Feast
At Memphis Whistle, cozy vibes, craft cocktails, and creative cuisine take center stage.
Mixologist Jef Hicks is hard at work on Young Avenue, surrounded by the purple glow of bungalow bar lights. The soft-spoken Hicks greets his first customer of the night, a neighborhood native eager for a taste of Cooper-newest Young's nightlife, Memphis Whistle, behind bright eyes and a big smile.
By RiChanna Mask4 years ago in Feast
A Cool Choice.... Top Story - June 2022.
For most of us, summer is a time when we want to relax, settle into a very comfortable deck chair, have a drink, and let the sun and heat allow us to forget how quickly the moment can pass. There are picnics, festivals, barbecues, family gatherings and vacations to be had, and with all of that, we have food to eat. For me, my family’s food and meals were always full of different varieties of colors, flavors, spices and styles. The difficult thing is to try to choose one thing that defined our summer eating. Barbecues would provide a lot of choices straight from the grill; then there was watermelon (not a favourite food, but still quite popular), sorrel (a drink made from the dried plant of the same name, and still not a favourite), ginger beer (pass), homemade candies and cakes and a lot of salad (oh, so much salad). But none of these choices really brings my childhood summers home to me (the only summers that really count). I have to choose something that involves my own family and certain outings to the farm where I participated in gathering this particular choice.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Feast
Thailand travel notes
People who are accustomed to fast-paced urban life come to Chiang Mai and will fall in love with the slow pace of life here. But at the same time they have to adapt to this rhythm to work efficiently. I reckon that no matter how impatient the temper is, it will slow down after staying in Chiang Mai for a long time. The mantra that people in Chiang Mai like to say is "za yin yin", which means calm and don't worry. I remember a time when my finger was injured and I needed to go to the hospital for bandaging. I went to an old hospital near the hotel. There were not many patients in the empty hospital, but the male nurse who bandaged me took almost 50 minutes from the registration to the end of the bandaging. He was still chatting and laughing with his colleagues, while asking me to "za yin yin". I thought to myself that is lucky my injury wasn't serious, otherwise the "blood tank would have been empty" long ago.
By Naiyapak4 years ago in Feast
Red, Bread, Redemption
The first time I really ate a tomato was years after the first time I’d tried one. For most of my childhood, tomatoes seemed like a cruel joke: ruby red, shiny and promising, begging to be tasted, only to deliver a flavorless, mealy mouthful of lies. Sliced up straight from the fridge or surrounded by ice of questionable hygiene in the salad bar of our local pizza place, the tomatoes of my youth in the 90s were, frankly, a travesty. I can’t remember a single kid I knew who liked tomatoes. I knew people who liked brussel sprouts, but not tomatoes. For a long time, all I wanted for lunch was a cheese and pickle sandwich, and I was known to eat blue cheese and radishes as an after school snack, but tomatoes? No thanks.
By Megan Malcolm4 years ago in Feast
Summer Marshmallows
The marshmallows were on sale when she went to the market today. She decided to buy a bag. She had such good memories of smores, as a child at summer camp and school camping trips. She thought of the melted Hersey bar creations. Trying to keep the melted mess from falling off the graham crackers, She remembered her mother laughing as she licked the gunk off her fingers. In fact, everybody had been laughing. Her mother would make up stories. She often created them by using the names of her students. The children were thrilled by the tales.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Feast
Ice Cold Summer
You always knew summertime in the South was just different. The temperatures steadily climbed and by 10:00 am the heat was nearly unbearable, but you couldn’t not be outside. Lemonade and ice water flowed endlessly as shouts of laughter intermingled with the smell of chlorine. The kids, against better judgment, practiced their most outrageous dives at the community pool.
By Tamara Golden4 years ago in Feast
The Perfect Summer
The Perfect Summer Drip, drip, drip. Water flew off my body as I raced out of the pool. “Food is ready!” Someone yelled as everyone flocked to gather around the table. The smell of the barbecue filled my nose with all the memories of summer's past. My heart was full. Summer was finally here!
By Keala Asher4 years ago in Feast
Cheetos
My daughter loves Cheetos. Since the first day she was able to eat solid foods, I believe. I wonder if kids are just born with a predisposition for loving the powdery, orange puffs. “What kind of chips do you want with your peanut butter sandwich?” I’d ask, always met with the same answer: Cheetos.
By Kristina Henry4 years ago in Feast
Ode to Yellow Watermelon
Memories are fickle things. Two people recalling the same event can weave drastically different images since each person focuses on different details. My siblings and I grew up experiencing the world in the same way. If one were to ask either of them what summertime brings to mind, their answers would likely not be the same as mine.
By Teresa Gonzales4 years ago in Feast
Summer is for BBQ
Every year we do everything in our abilities as humans to BBQ as much as possible. We live in Canada so when winter hits, you have no choice but to cook inside. On the top of our list for BBQ is steak, we probably cook it at least twice a week.
By C.T. COLE4 years ago in Feast