IMNF
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Midwestern Beauty
So, where are you from?
"Wisconsin."
Where in Wisconsin?
“Oshkosh—you’ve probably never heard of it.”
Oh, ok. You like it up there?
"Yeah. I miss it." A look of confusion flashes across the speaker's face. One is not supposed to miss where they are from; after all, what is there to like in Oshkosh, WI? They blush, having forgotten to convey their embarrassment. "I mean, sometimes.." Then they scoff and roll their eyes. "I sure am glad I got out of there, though."
How Anthony Bourdain (*deceased) taught me to live again
It was 9PM in Athens when I learned that Anthony Bourdain committed suicide.
New message: Mom
Did you hear about Bourdain?
I suddenly sat up on the futon serving as my bed.
Granada, city of searchers
This is a love letter to a city and province that I deeply miss—and, an open invitation, to explore Granada and discover all it has to offer.
*Spanish version also available / Versión en español también disponible
Granada, ciudad de los buscadores
Esto es una carta de amor a una ciudad y provincia que extraño profundamente. También es una invitación abierta, a explorar Granada y descubrir todo de lo que tiene que ofrecer.
Versión en inglés también disponible / English version also available
To all the breads I’ve loved before
Just about anywhere you go on this planet, there is great bread to be found. Across a diverse array of different cuisines, cities, and countries—San Francisco, Hong Kong, Mexico—there is truly great bread that is waiting to be enjoyed.
But, asides from the product itself, there is something else that one needs to delight in their daily bread: someone to break it with.
It’s Alive!
Who touched that thing? What knowledge was bestowed onto it? What stories has it heard, taken part in? Who sat at that table?
Know Thy Plate
Meatball. Rice n beans. Mayonnaise licker. General Tso. Curry-breath. Chicken & watermelon.
Food-based racial slurs levy on the concept of 'the other'. What any moron touting this language fails to realize is that there is no 'other' when it comes to food. Food is perhaps the most political art form that exists. Dialogues about health, race, economics, conflict and immigration can all be found on your plate.
