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.
Summer All Year Long. Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge.
Summer is food. Trying to sum it up in one food seems impossible. It makes it doubly hard because I spend my summers putting my fresh local vegetables and fruits in jars so I have them for the winter. Depending on the year, we can put up between 400-800 jars. We try to have a good supply of around 1,000 jars by the end of summer between one house and the other.
By Kathryn Wicker4 years ago in Feast
The Third Ingredient. Top Story - June 2022.
I am seven years old. We live in England, near Norwich. My dad’s business has exploded, and we are suddenly wealthy. He buys a proper English country house, something of a dream of his. It has a big garden, and my dad - rather optimistically, considering English weather - buys a barbeque.
By Madoka Mori4 years ago in Feast
Think of Summer Days Again
One particular Fourth of July, like every fourth of July, the entire clan was descending on our house. Grandma, a powdered and perfumed version of William Tecumseh Sherman whose pats on the back stung for a good five minutes. Grandpa, who slid into a room like a shadow, settled in a chair and was happiest when everyone forgot he was there, just as long as he had a good view of the yard and the birds and any chipmunks that might venture forth. Dad’s sisters and brother and their families: calm, capable, brilliant Marion; dramatic Phyllis, the rule-breaker; Charlie, the baby, who looked up to his older brother and secretly feared he would never measure up. Great aunts and uncles, cousins and second cousins, some older folks whose connection to the family was so impenetrable that we gave up trying to figure it out and just enjoyed their company. With girlfriends, boyfriends, new partners, visiting students there might be twenty people coming to the house or there might be forty. This family carnival meant that summer was truly here, sticky, sweaty, breath-robbing summer in the suburbs of Philadelphia.
By Joyce Sherry4 years ago in Feast
The Hangover Cure
It was 2015. My good friend, Solomon, had just moved to Chicago. Cole, another good friend and Solomon’s childhood neighbor, jumped in the car with my wife and me. Katie was about eight months pregnant, but I was the first one to ask to stop at a rest stop. I still get a hard time for that one.
By Noah Glenn4 years ago in Feast
Marshmallow Memories of Summer
Like the clouds against a clear azure summer sky, Marshmallow Memories look different through the eyes of each of us. My first memories of these fluffy wonders bring my mind to the way my Grandma was the anchor that kept the family together. Every get-together, from family reunions to barbecues in her backyard, would always come back to the meal course that everyone raved about; her fruit salad dessert. Sure, anyone could make it, with all its simplicity, but it was hers. She owned that sweet flavor of canned mandarin oranges and pineapple tidbits, with maraschino cherries scattered perfectly enough to make the thick sour cream smoother, sweeter, and turn it light pink. But the cherries, ironically, were not the “cherry on top”. An entire bag of marshmallows was mixed thoroughly into each batch to make it into everyone’s stored subconscious, that no matter who made it in the future, we see my Grandma’s angel face smiling at us with every bite.
By Katie Foltz4 years ago in Feast
A Tasty and Mindful Summer
When you think of summer time, you think of fun in the sun, delicious food on the grill and good times with friends. The kids are out of school and summer ball is in full swing. Everything seems so alive! The weather is finally nice to get out and do things. So we do...
By Jennifer Donath4 years ago in Feast
