Food + Drink
In celebration of all things gustatory.
Layers of Love
The Story: I’ve always loved lasagna. The first one I ever remember eating was made by my Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe is the oldest of my father’s 12 siblings. Unfortunately, he passed away when I was in high school. However, I’m thankful that I have a special piece of him to carry with me--his famous dish, lasagna. When I have lasagna, I think of his wicked laugh and experience joyous nostaligia. To this day it is one of my favorite meals.
Jennifer DavidPublished 7 months ago in FeastGrandma Cookie
Call them turns and a Christmas roll. Extremely customary Danish. How about we begin by taking the zing of a lemon. We will involve that shortly. Be that as it may, in a major bowl for a Kitchenaid machine, we are first going to add some sugar, a few eggs, some mellowed margarine, as well as some cardamom.
Nashawn ManzanoPublished 7 months ago in FeastGranny Soup
If necessity is the mother of invention, my grandmother held a patent in survival. Raising ten children in the height of the Great Depression, Granny learned some lessons the hard way. All those kids, all those mouths to feed, which were staircase born, or stigger-staggered in age. One born every year to help their Papa work the fields and bring in the harvest, had to find something to eat themselves. They were sharecroppers, a common trade in the Old South. Ranch hands were nonexistent, as no one could afford the luxury of hired help. The burden of existing was on the family, and the luck of making a meal depended not just if it rained, but if it rained at the right moment, a precise time in the harvest.
Dana StewartPublished 7 months ago in FeastSmash Roasted Potatoes for College
-- The Story -- I was going to college for the first time in the year 2014 and it would be my first time living away from home, which is a pretty nerve-wracking time for anyone. For me, it was both exciting but also something that would shake my nerves a bit. Fortunately, I had my family to move me in and to believe in me. On top of that, a relative and grand uncle of mine who was old enough to have served in World War II made me some delicious food for college: some delicious mashed roasted potatoes!
NatureTreePublished 7 months ago in FeastChocolate Atole
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.
Judah LoVatoPublished 7 months ago in FeastNavy-Style Macaroni
“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.
Lana V LynxPublished 7 months ago in FeastROTISSERIE 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.
Babs IversonPublished 7 months ago in FeastLate Night Sweet Potato Pie
My grandfather My grandfather was a well-respected man and a hard-working father of five children. This in turn caused him to be a no-nonsense, gruff, and imposing authoritative figure. I was intimidated by him; thus, I tried to always keep my distance, trying to avoid being the possible center of attention of his wrath and judgment. He always seemed angry, and his words- which were always negative in nature, quite frankly, stung.
Esmoore ShurpitPublished 7 months ago in Feast