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.
My Love-Hate Cake. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
I love eating this cake, and I hate that it makes me cry. Why does it do that? Because... At the age of five, I was prohibited from eating it. For a brief moment, my Mum believed it was making me fat, and from that moment on, my relationship with this ubiquitously British, traditional children's sweet-treat cake, made famous by a Queen, was to become achingly bittersweet.
By Caroline Jane12 months ago in Feast
Mom's Strawberry Love
My mother was a smart and loving mother who can handle anything coming at her. Loosing her own mother at 10 to TB, she had to be a mother of two younger sister and brother until her father married again. Because they were so young, they do not remember their biological mother at all. Before she passed away, she was at the hospital for a year. Her children were not allowed to visit her due to the highly contagious nature of the illness, tuberculosis.
By Ayumi Hino Gerads12 months ago in Feast
A great-grandmother's mujaddara. First Place in A Taste of Home Challenge.
1 cup of dried lentils Dried lentils, of little money and non-perishable, like the poor and resilient souls desperately seeking new shores here; parched and needing reconstitution like my great-grandmother’s family, who made their way to America on an unavoidable path from Mount Lebanon, their lack having forced the excruciating choice to immigrate.
By E. L. Stacy12 months ago in Feast
Tea Time Under the Tree
The warm August breeze whispering through the hazel nut tree and bees buzzing near the Japanese anemone created a hum in the air that was scented with roses. Robert sat at the table, reading and sipping on a tea with the neighbor’s cat sitting on the chair next to him.
By Katherine D. Graham12 months ago in Feast
Kluski z Truskawkami. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
Environment, politics and economy shape not only what we choose to eat, but also what we can. I left Poland as a young child. It was still under communist rule at that time and shortages marked every day of everyone’s life. When people heard that meat would arrive at the butcher shop the retired grandparents would line up, and often camp out, in line in front of the store until it did. As soon as one family heard through the grapevine that there was a shipment coming to the store, grandma or grandpa would secure the family’s spot in line. Once people noticed one grandma in front of the store, news would spread and the other grandparents would rush out to join. You had to be quick. There was rarely anything good left for the last one in line.
By Marlena Guzowski12 months ago in Feast
Family Traditions Remain As Families Change
You probably know what the "holiday blues" are. Well, when I returned from a week in Greece not so long ago, I think what I experienced was the "depression". Despite how dramatic and privileged this sounds, I felt a happiness during that week that I had not felt for a very long time. It was like an existential release that, when I came down from such a high and back into routine, morphed into an existential crisis. I had not realised how bad things had gotten until I took a step back from it. My soul felt empty, and my stomach definitely was as I could not form an appetite the entire following day. The daylight was beginning to dim and I emerged from my bed to find a large pot of soupa avgolemono resting on the stove with open arms. It took me months to return to neutral ground after hitting such a low. Though, for that short while as I slurped on a bowl of soup watching the television, I felt comfortable.
By Katerina Petrou12 months ago in Feast
Irish Tea, American Girl
My first sip of black tea was taken at an Irish bed and breakfast table. That taste was accompanied by the sweeping view of a 200 year old sheep farm's fields. Its owner welcomed me through the home’s big red front door and ushered me to the dining room where a steaming kettle sat as a centerpiece. Various soda breads and thick Irish cheeses were pushed my way. Milk was poured lightly into my cup. The light swirl turned the darkened water creamy and welcoming. Welcoming — that’s tea in a word.
By Elle M. Athens12 months ago in Feast
Researchers discover that people age significantly in two stages: at age 44 and then at age 60.
If you notice an abrupt accession of wrinkles, aches, and pains or an accepted awareness of accepting developed earlier about overnight, there may be an accurate explanation. Analysis suggests that rather than actuality an apathetic and abiding process, crumbling occurs in at atomic two accelerated bursts.
By Francis Dami12 months ago in Feast
I accept dementia but I'm still the aforementioned man I've consistently been
Staring at the bare addle in advance of me, I let out a blow of frustration. I’d consistently been a bit of a cryptic crossword activist and for added than fifty years bushing in those tiny boxes had consistently appeared calmly to me. Not to acknowledge that they were an abundant way to canyon the time on abounding a tour.
By Francis Dami12 months ago in Feast
