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That First Summer
One of my biggest personality traits is my love for food. Really, ask anyone. My parents raised me to appreciate food and the process of making it. I grew up watching Food Network classics like Iron Chef and Chopped, Saturday mornings we watched Create or Jacques Pepin. We almost always sat down to eat dinner together and holiday dinners were a culinary masterpiece. Food was everywhere. I knew that when I got married I wanted to carry my love and appreciation for food with me.
(The Unofficial) Bridgerton: The Musical - Review
Dearest Reader, With all the musical adaptations in the works, Netflix’s regency romance was one I wouldn’t have expected. Yet, here we are.
The Humanity Series Pt. 2
I have finally come to the years-in-the-making understanding that some of us are meant for nothing more than to be the wind 'neath the worlds' wings.
Lizzy RosePublished 2 years ago in PoetsA Letter To The Owners Of The Airbnb I Accidentally Redecorated With My Blood
To the owners of an unnamed property in Llanberis, North Wales, the United Kingdom. I’m sorry. I truly am. I never meant to leave your beautiful cottage looking like Leatherface’s workshop. It was an accident.
Christopher DonovanPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSo You've Invited the Main Character from a Romantic Comedy to your Wedding
Chekhov once said of guns in movies "You can't introduce a gun in the first act without having it go off in the third." The same could be said of wedding dresses. You can't introduce a wedding dress in the first act of a movie without the dress being worn at a wedding in the third act. And when that wedding dress in question isn’t worn by the main character in the movie, that wedding dress 'going off' often means an embarrassing catastrophe followed by an emotional redemption.
Sean PatrickPublished 2 years ago in GeeksThere’s Only One Solution to Rising Gas Prices: Stay Home!
Overview There’s very real pain at the gas pump today! It seems like every time you go to fill-up your vehicle, the price of gas has gone up not just a few pennies or even a couple of nickels, but by several dimes - maybe even quarters depending on how much you drive and how big your car - and your gas tank - is! Now, more and more of us are seeing it take close to a hundred dollars - or even more if you live in California - to fill up your gas tank. And yes, gas prices have become the hot topic of conversation everywhere! And of course as we do in 2022, people are both taking out their frustrations - and showing their creativity - about the seemingly endless rise in gas prices, both on social media...
David WyldPublished 2 years ago in TraderIt's Not Summer Without Peruvian Ceviche
Summer is here and you know what that means: Time to grill some steaks by the pool, sip on some cocktails, and get a nice tan. All in a day’s work, am I right?
The Rogue ScribePublished 2 years ago in Feast7 Recipes for Summer Self-Lovin'
SUMMER IS FINALLY HERE! I don't know about you, but my winter and spring have had some dark times. Like 'almost got bangs when I don't have a bangs face' type of dark.
Harriet: Rebel of the Underground Railroad.
In a time where Black Americans needed resolution, Harriet Tubman stood at the forefront of revolution. For decades she had to watch her people bathe in pain and created a way to escape the pain.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsHome
I've been slowly reintegrating back into reality. I landed a week ago. Stood, squinting in the California sun, puffy-eyed from 27 hours of sleepy suitcase dragging, waiting for Shane's white SUV to peel around the corner at Burbank airport. I wondered if this was the last time I'd pull something like this--stuff three bags full of clothes and books and disappear from my life for five months. With me, it's impossible to know for sure.
Lucia JoycePublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsLobstah Rolls
I can understand why lobsters used to be prison food. Without context, they look like giant seafaring roaches. They've got no discernible eyes, they sort of drift and crawl like oceanic zombies, and like: the claws, man. The CLAWS.
Black dads, ice-cream, and inflation
Part of baby fever is wondering which of my parents’ stories I will tell. Children are like blank palette souls waiting to be colored by their experiences, and parents are like spirit guides who give frame of reference to every new color, shape, and texture. Thinking about which narratives I will perpetuate feels like curating my future children’s library. When my son notices that his hair is short and his sister’s is long, will I tell him the story of Genesis? Shall I give him a brief introduction to gender roles? Or maybe I will immerse him in popular culture by showing him pictures in magazines that inspired his look? Will I encourage my daughter’s anthropological curiosity by delving into the history, and even the utility of long hair? Will I explain to her that vitality and fertility is signaled by long hair? Or will I let my children’s hair both grow long and free, and wait until my son comes to ask my why he is different, and then should I choose that moment to reinforce to him that he is special? I think of the many ways my dad made me feel special.
Vineece VerdunPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe Great American Tampon Shortage
So far this year, Americans have experienced shortages in baby formula, camp counselors, child care workers, lifeguards, and swim lesson teachers. It’s not a stretch to say, it’s been a rough year for parents. Add in record-high gas prices, and this summer does not look to be a fun one.
Jennifer GeerPublished 2 years ago in VivaThe Game of My Life
I dug my cleat into the dirt on the mound and looked at my catcher for the sign. There were two outs and the tying run was on second in the tenth inning. The tenth inning of a high school game. We’d already played an extra half game of this district playoff on a hot, muggy summer night in Memphis. My team had no business being in this game, let alone being ahead with a chance to win. It was the end of a tumultuous senior year. Our team had struggled, practices and games ended up in us getting mercilessly berated by our head coach, and morale was generally low.
John MoorePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesSome More, Please!
Summer means a lot to me: swarms of bug attacks if I'm outside for longer than three seconds; sweaty as soon as I step foot outside; longer days; more reading light; open windows (until it's time for the aircon to come on); froggy pool/sprinkler time with my son; burning like a lobster if I forget the sunscreen; brushing my dog every other day and filling grocery bags with hair; and, s'mores.
Laura GrayPublished 2 years ago in FeastLet’s Talk About Poop
I have heard people say they can only defecate at home, some go so far as to say that it must only be when they are ALONE at home. Surprisingly to me, there is research that tells me they are being truthful.
Judey KalchikPublished 2 years ago in FYIDark Roast
I can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. So could you, if you were in my line of work. Take Mr Green-Tea-Frappuccino. I’ve no problem with ironic beards, but when the temperature’s low enough you half expect polar bears on your commute? Sticking to iced drinks is perverse. Probably a Taurus, they’re known for that kind of thing.
Lauren EverdellPublished 2 years ago in FictionA Rabbit’s Dream of Saffron
As a myopic, bookish child, much of my time was spent mired in fantasy. When not absorbed in volumes of myths and ghost stories, I investigated what of the world I could, searching for evidence that the wonders I read about were not merely entertaining fictions, but rather messages from the past alluding to the mysterious true workings of the Universe. Now, nearing my 45th birthday, I see, for many people, that “growing up” means turning away from such endeavors, as it is seen as unbecoming to dream too much as an adult. I was never in danger of such a fate.
J. Otis HaasPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesYup, that's my dad.
In honour of father's day, I decided that for the 'dads are no joke challenge', I'd do something a little different. I decided that instead of one long story about my dad being my dad, I'd tell you ten mini stories of times when my dad was... well... in classic dad mode.
Billie WhytePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesFuneral Potatoes
The saying goes that if you want to see people acting weird, go to a funeral or a wedding. The saying would be even more accurate if it mentioned the food. There is always good food at funerals and weddings.
Melissa ArmedaPublished 2 years ago in Feast