cuisine
From street-food to fine dining, traditional Italian to Asian-Fusion, being well-versed in global cuisine is the first step to culinary mastery.
The Cuisine of the Midwestern United States
Detroit, Michigan specialties include chili dogs called Coney Island hot dogs. Detroit also has its own style of pizza a thick-crusted Sicilian-influenced rectangular type called square pizza.
Rasma RaistersPublished 6 months ago in FeastAnd A Little Love
When my stepdad passed away by suicide, I gained twenty pounds. From grief and stress, and also from the countless dishes dropped at our door. In the aftermath of the funeral, as my mom and I temporarily moved into my grandma's house, food followed. A truth well-known is that people will rally around you in a time of need, and one way they know they can help while still leaving room to grieve is by providing meals.
Raine NealPublished 6 months ago in FeastMarrakesh
It was my third visit to Marrakesh, and I was not unfamiliar with the city, despite the quarter century which separated the first from the last of those visits. That’s the thing about ancient cities – they don’t change all that quickly, not in the parts that pull the tourists in, anyway. My first visit was part of a larger backpacking journey through Morocco. This was back when my back was strong of course. My best friend and I, at the dawn of our twenties, travelled the country by bus and train, carrying our worlds on our backs and relishing the soreness of our shoulders and the fatigue in our legs. I ate so much amazing food on that trip. My favourite, still my favourite, was a piping hot vegetable tagine, the oil still bubbling in the clay dish and the vegetables, alive with aromatic spices, as tender as a perfect pear. Or perhaps the fresh mint tea, served from high above the gold trimmed glasses in a steaming gurgle of water, the insane sweetness of the sugar lacing the improbable coolness of the mint. I have recreated this at home with several varieties of mint grown in pots in my garden, but in the same way that Mediterranean light lends everything a clarity more northern latitudes cannot emulate, the tea I brew at home falls flat in comparison.
Hannah MoorePublished 6 months ago in FeastSoup For Life
I love soup. I love eating soup and I love making it. I feel like a witch, working at her couldron when I make soups. Ever since I was a kid, I would have at least 5 bowls of soup. I would eat it until it felt like my belly would burst. I still do, but usually 2-3 bowls of soup is enough to get me belly-bursting full.
Samantha JamisonPublished 6 months ago in FeastNourished
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.
Tanner OrelPublished 6 months ago in FeastOoh, 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.
Theresa Marie CainPublished 6 months ago in FeastKhichadi & 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.
Deepti ThakkarPublished 6 months ago in FeastVelvet 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.
Kat BartschiPublished 6 months ago in FeastA 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.
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in FeastApple Vinaigrette
Fall is my favorite time of the year when the air is crisp, and the fall vegetables make for mouth-watering dishes. The traditional summer ingredients for my salads give way to fennel, apples, oranges, pears, and cranberries, just to name a few.
KA StefanaPublished 6 months ago in FeastPillows 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.
Lynn JordanPublished 6 months ago in FeastA Vermicelli Potage!
The only home I had ever known, simple and yet very distinct in depicting Southern Indian Culture, was my grandma’s place.
Madhu GotetiPublished 6 months ago in Feast