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.
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.
“Here’s your mommy!” My mom said as I entered our apartment, handing me my 4-month-old baby and shaking off her hands as if she just carried around a ton of bricks.
ROTISSERIE CHICKEN SOUP
Atchoo! Picked up more than the mail at the post office. Guess that does happen. When returning from the post office, forgot to wash my hands. Unfortunately, that was my bad. Because my calendar shows that the only places where my physical being has been were home and the post office. So, it was easy to narrow it down to that location.
And 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.
Ooh, 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.