humanity
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 Memory Menu
Every holiday meal is special because it forges new memories and strengthens the bonds that connect us to the ones we hold most dear. I have always enjoyed the company around my family's table. It didn't matter what we were eating as long as we were laughing - and we usually were. However, there was one special, labor intensive, treat that would appear only on minor holidays and birthdays. The egg roll.
By Andrea L Smithabout a month ago in Feast
Must-Have Event Features That Increase Attendance and Participation
Creating a memorable event requires more than booking a venue and inviting guests. Whether it's a corporate conference, fundraiser, trade show or private celebration, successful events are designed around attendee experience. The right features encourage guests to register, stay engaged and actively participate throughout the event. Industry professionals share eight strategies that consistently increase attendance and improve participation.
By Dan Woodlandabout a month ago in Feast
The Big Apple Breakdown: . Content Warning.
There are a lot of things you can find in a gritty Maine gas station. Red hot dogs rolling under a heat lamp that’s definitely older than the clerk's grandparents. Coffee that tastes like it was brewed during the Carter administration and left to rot. A wall of scratch tickets promising hope to people who can't afford it and delivering absolutely fucking nothing. And, of course, whoopie pies. The real ones. The kind wrapped in plastic that fogs up from the humidity of the cake. The kind that taste like childhood, pure sugar, and the exact brand of comfort you only seek out when you’re standing under buzzing fluorescent lights at nine o’clock at night, wondering how your life got this profoundly weird.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Feast
Turkish Lunch Adventure
I have eaten MREs that could legally be classified as war crimes. I have eaten chow hall “eggs” that were definitely poured out of a five‑gallon bucket labeled Product . I have eaten vending machine sandwiches that tasted like they had been assembled by someone who had only heard rumors about food. But nothing—absolutely nothing—compares to the meal I had in 2000 at Incirlik Air Base, Turkey, when me and my friend Franki B walked off gate guard duty and straight into a stranger’s house like two feral raccoons who had decided to try our luck indoors.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Feast





