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Island time, Island Flavor
I first stepped foot onto an old, weathered dock on Isla Mujeres, Quintano Roo, Mexico twenty-two years ago. Since that time, I have visited several times, and I always prefer to take the slow, old, open-sided ferry to the small island. Sure, there are speedy, air-conditioned express ferries that will get you there in half the time, but I find that slowly putting across the clear, calm, turquoise waters of the Bay of Mujeres while sitting next to a crate of limes and a cage of chickens really sets the tone for stepping into the relaxed pace that is “island time.”
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Feast
Cooking on a College Student Budget
I’m not going to lie to you, I was that college student who did my grocery shopping at CVS for half price ramen noodles that are probably slowly giving me cancer, a can of sweet peas for my week’s serving of vegetables, and a Little Debbie zebra cake for my troubles. I am not a reliable authority on East Asian cooking.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Feast
Nights Aflame
I grew up in a bustling household. My father’s roots are Chinese and my mother’s Vietnamese. They had 8 children; we were all born in Saigon in the midst of the Vietnam war, during a time of incredible scarcity. Luckily for us, our family was sponsored to Canada. Ingredients were more readily available here, so mom relished in the cooking she could do and we were truly spoiled with food. Mealtimes were always a great affair, the long dining table filled with dishes prepared by mom, sometimes it was Chinese cuisine, sometimes Vietnamese. But always, it was a chance for the family to gather to share their day and connect with one another.
By Linh Huynh5 years ago in Feast
Otai & Lu Pulu
Otai & Lu Pu “CKCH!””CHHHT!” One half of a sliced watermelon. Otai is a drink originating from western Polynesia. This refreshment is most affiliated as a Tongan cuisine. A chain of islands in the south pacific. Tonga is an archipelago made up of more than a hundred seventy islands. Population is approximately a hundred and four thousand, four hundred and ninety four, according to world bank. Location is southeast of Fiji. South east of Samoa. About one thousand two hundred and forty two miles north east of Auckland, New Zealand. Two thousand and thirty eight miles east of Brisbane, Australia. From its natural blowholes, land bridges, rock's, coconut trees, and caves. Tonga is one of thee first countries, if not, thee first country to see the sun up.
By The Novelist5 years ago in Feast
Sushi: The National Dish of Sami-land.... Top Story - July 2021.
It was the night of October 26, 2013, and I was crying incessantly on the phone to my mother. My Christmas break was just over a month away, and I was slated to return home to Jamaica for a month to await the new semester. The problem was, I did not want to go home—not because I don’t love my home country, but because there was someone in another country I couldn’t wait to meet. She was only three months old at the time and probably wouldn’t know who I was if she saw me, but that didn’t matter. She was my niece, and I was adamant that I had to meet her before her first birthday. Sami was born in Nagoya, Japan, in July 2013 and was my sister’s first child. My mom, sister and I lived in three different countries, so it was expected that we wouldn’t always share in big moments such as the birth of my niece. Despite this, I was eager to be there for my sister physically to share in her blessing, even if it meant visiting months later.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Feast
True Mac and Cheese
The first time I tried vegan mac and cheese I was turning 28 years old. I gathered in the neighborhood of the 305 with friends and family. And I loved this party because all of my friends started to cook for me, the birthday girl. I never knew what this vegan mac would taste like. All I knew was that for my birthday I wanted to eat mac and cheese. My allergies to milk and cheese had prevented me from eating this delicious staple in America. But not this day! My friends came through and successfully fed the rest of the party.
By Alicia del Aguila5 years ago in Feast
When Life Gives you Lemons
The 411 on what to do if life throws you lemons. I was born in 1972 in Busan South Korea. My mom is full Korean and my dad is French American. Somewhere in there I have German, European, Black Foot Indian and Who knows what else lol. To say my background is diverse would be an understatement.
By Susan Merlette5 years ago in Feast
For the Love of Poutine
The land of the great white north, Canada is usually only known for one food, maple syrup, which is proudly represented by a giant maple leaf on the Canadian flag. Maple syrup is only produced in a small part of the world and more than most of it comes from eastern Canada. You may only be familiar with the maple syrup at your local supermarket but if you travel North, and East or West if applicable, you will be able to find a wide variety of grades and colors of syrup that all have their own uniqueness. Local farmers markets can be found with people selling maple syrup from trees growing on their land. Those with a refined palate will instantly recognize the differences in taste among them.
By Jeffrey Myles5 years ago in Feast
Romanian Stew
I remember being just a little girl and walking into my grandmother’s kitchen. There was always something on the stove, or in the oven. Whether she was making cabbage rolls, head cheese, cinnamon rolls, baklava, or pork greaves there was always something brewing. Pork greaves was one of my favorite snacks my grandmother would make. Fried in lard it was a treat that you could dig right into the fried pork bites on the big plate in the middle of the table. I swear that we would devour those little tiny meaty nuggets of greasy joy in under 5 minutes flat. Never failed though, there was always more than one round. In a Romanian family you never walk away from the table hungry, and my grandmother always made sure our bellies were full when we left her house.
By Rhonda Heaslip5 years ago in Feast
Reflections from the diary of a hungry traveler
05.07.2015 ROME: This morning we woke late and went to hunt for some breakfast. Mattia really wanted me to try ‘bombolini’, the Italian equivalent of a custard doughnut. No opposition from me… I surrendered willingly to the steady step of a man who’s mind was stead-fast on pastry. Darting from alleyway to alleyway, we stopped at three bakeries before arriving at our place. A tiny, inconspicuous establishment that found itself nestled, as if by accident, between the garage doors of two apartments. There was barely room for us at the bar, I was bumper to bumper with weathered Italian men, finding respite in caffeine and gluten. We ordered two bombolini and two espresso’s. Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long… there was an emptiness in me that was about blossom into the madness of hungry desire. Mattias and I were not polite in our devouring. Mama mia, that was something new. Sweet, fluffy pastry like air had been dunked in a sugary snow. At its core, a melting river of near-savoury custard lubricated the lining of our throats. We ordered two more for good measure and headed out hand in hand, ready to tackle Rome.
By Belle R Gurney5 years ago in Feast
