Humanity topics include pieces on the real lives of chefs, professionals, amateurs, inspiring youth, influencers, and general feel good human stories in the Feast food sphere.
Trenches are inhuman! Yiwu richest son married, the total cost is nearly 10 million, the bride has a high appearance, online biography marriage 1.2 billion, draw gold bars, mobile phones, oil cards on the spot
Today, the wedding ceremony of the son of Yiwu's richest man caused a stir in the city. It is rumored that the bridegroom not only has a very high social status and economic strength in the area, but also is famous for his extravagant style. His bride, on the other hand, is the daughter of a rich man from Jiangsu, who is not only dignified in appearance, but also attracted much attention because of rumors that he is married with him.
How AI might improve the nutritional consistency of breast milk donated by humans
Under the direction of Professor Timothy Chan, a group of engineers at the University of Toronto is using machine learning to optimize the macronutrient composition of recipes for pooled human donor milk.
Gratitude Across Centuries
Introduction: Thanksgiving, celebrated with feasts, family gatherings, and expressions of gratitude, is a cherished tradition in the United States. Beyond the modern festivities, the roots of Thanksgiving delve deep into history, reaching back to the early 17th century. This blog post explores the rich tapestry of the history of Thanksgiving, from its humble beginnings to the widespread and heartfelt celebration it is today.
I Made My Own OMAD Diet And My Life Has Changed
Yes, what you are about to read is a story of a woman going on what felt like a diet but has now been identified as a lifestyle. Women and dieting go together like fish goes with chips, or yolk goes with eggs. Everyone knows this by now.
The Hallucinogenic Mushroom Industry Needs to Take Food Safety Seriously
Hallucinogenic mushrooms are now legal in California and poised to become legal in Colorado in 2024. The details of both laws appear to be substantially similar. Each considers hallucinogenic mushrooms as therapeutic drugs and allows for their cultivation, possession, and distribution as thearupeutic agents. In a strange, logic defying twist, neither allows for their advertisement or sale. Those activities both remain illegal. It appears that many in California have chosen to ignore that particular aspect of the law as hallucinogenic mushrooms can be found and ordered with relative ease online, and the sellers are using sophisticated marketing and slick packaging that certainly look a lot like advertising. I have no desire to debate the merits or demerits of the state laws and will leave it to others to decide who may or may not be breaking them, and with what practices. Meanwhile, hallucinogenic mushrooms, like all hallucinogens, remain illegal at the federal level, and you can be arrested and go to jail for a significantly long period of time if caught growing, distributing, or even just possessing small quantities of them. I think it is fair to say the feds and the states disagree on this question, and I am fairly certain there are many in the federal government who view the laws in California and Colorado as direct challenges to their authority, and potentially dangerous. Both of those beliefs are likely incorrect, however, they are genuinely believed, and thus the feds will be looking for any angle to stop or at least slow down the hallucinogenic mushroom movement in any way it can. If they cannot do so through the usual law enforcement channels another option would be through the federal regulatory agencies with law enforcement authority, this includes the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA).
Fresh Baked Goodies
Oh, I haven’t had those in a while. I miss the smell of real vanilla extract and eating the raw cookie and brownie dough from the mixing bowl while waiting for the treats to bake. Then, eating them as soon as they are cool enough not to burn the roof of my mouth.
My Pseudo-Sourdough Bread*
It's Sunday evening here in the UK. I am tired. My son is sound asleep in bed. It's dark outside. A few fireworks rumble in the distance—the traditional 5th of November celebration of the thwarting of revolutionary spirit. I listen as they fizzle, punctuating my peace with spurious sparks and splutters.
- Top Story - November 2023
Today, Pilchard Pie Made My World A Better Place
Alongside my love of writing sits a love of cooking. I find both creative endeavours deliciously therapeutic and rewarding. Today epitomises why.
Baba’s Varenyky – A Story Of Love And Resilience
Before I jump into the challenge I thought it’d be best to add a few notes for context. Baba means grandmother in Ukrainian and varenyky is a type of Ukrainian dumpling that can be served savoury or sweet, depending on the filling. If you’re unfamiliar with varenyky, you may have tried Polish pierogi? To the best of my knowledge, they’re essentially the same thing. What I am certain of though, is that after 30+ years of taste testing, I’ve never met a varenyky or pierogi I didn’t like.
Mimi's Pound Cake
I dragged my feet up the carpeted steps and tried to listen to all four of my kids prattle on about their days at school. Numbly, I sniffed the air. Chicken. A hint of gratitude drifted through my mind. I had remembered to put food in the Crock-pot.
- Runner-Up in Nourished Challenge
Nanny's Homemade Mashed Potatoes
The Story It was January 2004, the start of my second semester of my freshman year in high school. This particular school had an overcrowding problem, which meant that some classes were located in outbuildings and portable classrooms. Among them were all of the foreign languages the school offered (Spanish, French, Latin, German, and Russian), of which students were required to take two semesters’ worth of lessons in the same language to graduate.
The wind was roaring, and the snow was blowing white vortices against the pitch black. We lived about 30 miles East of Buffalo, Wyoming, but that winter night it felt like an arctic outpost. I was standing just inside the door of the front porch, and wishing I had had the sense to get the coal while there was at least some light outside.