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 regular meals
What is the biggest difference between a Chinese restaurant and a Western restaurant? Probably the service. Many people would think that the service level of any Western restaurant is much higher than that of any restaurant on the street. At least their waiters do not lift the cloth at the corner of the table to wipe off the oil stains on their hands after serving the food. Some say it's the environment, too. Although the number of elegantly decorated Chinese restaurants is increasing, but on average, or Western restaurants are better. Eat Western food place furnishings again, in the end the light is dark enough, a black cover three ugly, under the dim candelabra not only the opposite will be beautiful a few points, even the corner of the peeling wallpaper or peeling paint is also hidden without trace. Which is like a traditional restaurant, a bright room, all the unsightly things have nothing to hide.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Feast
Savory Watermelon?
Mom loved making new salads, and I don’t mean the kind that are eighty percent lettuce. I mean the flavorful, colorful, hearty salads that could be a meal themselves, but somehow always end up as side dishes. I mean the salads that fill your stomach and your soul, like Grandma’s potato salad. Mom made a bacon, broccoli, and raisin salad that could make you cry, partly because it was delicious and partly because it had at least five hundred calories a spoonful.
By Caden Fontenot4 years ago in Feast
Summer Waters
Growing up as a kid I used to feel really connected to water as it was something that used to heal me from inside. I would feel whole when swimming in a river or standing under a waterfall - being a Brazilian, I could easily go to places with abundant water, but only during summer break.
By Selene Miranda Cabral de Luna4 years ago in Feast
A Summer Campfire
A breezy summer night out in the beautiful National Parks, a perfect place to create some truly memorable moments. The whole family, huddled around the campfire, layered in coats and sweaters as the night comes to a close. Quite the contrast to the regular Southern California heat.
By Noah Cortez4 years ago in Feast
The Concession Stand
"Good game, good game, good game, good game." I shuffle in a line with my teammates, high-fiving our opponents. My red and black softball uniform sticks to my sweaty skin, courtesy of several trips around the bases in Midwestern humidity. We retrieve our equipment from the dugout and surrender it to the team that plays next in this weekend-long tournament. The sun is somehow more uncomfortable without the distraction of an impending defensive play or upcoming base hit.
By Lauren Rachet4 years ago in Feast
Summer foods and eating disorders
Can you hear it? The sound of the ocean, the singing of the seagulls, the sun beating down on your skin making you feel like you are glowing. Like you are on top of the world even. Can you feel the cliché? To some, summer is one of the best times of the year, no school, total freedom to binge on food, travel the world, do whatever your heart desires. And for me it used to be. Until I turned 15, until wanting to binge on food made my stomach sick. For a few years I had been developing an eating disorder. But when I turned 15 something in me clicked. A part of me just really changed from hating the way I saw my body to loathing the way I saw my body. I stopped eating, I worked out too much, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out almost 24/7. The hardest part about my eating disorder was the fact that I had always loved to eat. So when I stopped eating I finally realized something was incredibly not ok. Yet I tried to hide my eating disorder from everyone for as long as I could. Until one morning I woke up at six am extremely nauseous. For a good hour I was sitting next to my toilet wanting to throw up the nothingness that was my stomach. At that moment I finally asked for help. And that's what I got during the summer when I was 15. This summer, I am 15. I asked for help about a month ago and it has been insanely hard. About a week ago, I told my therapist about my love of food along with my giant sweet tooth. She challenged me so that the next time I eat something sweet to finish the dessert instead of eating half of it. My nutritionist challenged me to find safe foods. I had listed to her fruits, smoothies, and salads because they were low calories, they were what my eating disorder wanted me to say, to eat. But the part of me that asked for help, that is trying to fight away the disorder, knew I had lied straight through my teeth. My comfort food was not fruit or salads. It was ice cream, a cliché summer food but still, the ultimate summer food.
By Keira Mannion4 years ago in Feast
