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Comment String to a Recipe for Korean Soy-Braised Short Ribs

by Stacey Harwood kitchen vixen: These were delicious. I made them over the weekend for my husband’s game night. I made them the day before, then skimmed the fat before reheating.  Then I served them with a big bowl of white rice and some spicy greens.  For dessert, I made chocolate chip cookies.  Everything was […]

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An Interview With Mr. Peanut

by Charles Rubendall Last week, Amedeo Arachide, known to most of the world as Mr. Peanut, filed a lawsuit against Planters, the peanut company, over its continued use of his likeness after his spectacular departure from the company in 2012. I met up with Amedeo on a dilapidated billboard to find him, not surprisingly, grinning […]

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Fiction: One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Treasure

By Leah Umansky Chester swam away from the light. He liked the murk, and the cool side of the sand. He taunted and teased but never entered the pearly web of heaven when it was laid before him. He knew he was safe. No one wanted a lobster. Until one day, while practicing his falsetto, […]

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Fiction: Green Is Good

by Lori Lynn Turner All Serena wants is lovely green. Collards, Dandelions, Lacinato Kale, Spinach, and Basil sautéed in olive oil with garlic and tiny tomatoes. Never onions, though she is fond of scallions and chives. White and purple onions stink and burn tongues and give bad breath and bring tears to eyes. She likes other things: snappy expensive […]

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Fiction: Camus Orders Lunch

by Claire Rudy Foster He wouldn’t have the beef today. He’d have the salad. This morning, upon waking, he’d felt his belly slide like a hand over his bones. He had kept his back to his lover as he dressed. No, today he would have the salad. With a little dressing, but not too much, […]

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Fiction: What Did it Taste Like?

by Lori Lynn Turner When I was a young girl in Alaska I ate shoes. Come spring the snow began to melt in our backyard. Things that had been missing since October when it first snowed suddenly reappeared. We found all kinds of footwear: slippers, tennis shoes, going out shoes and boots. My father believed […]

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Tomatoes. Photo by Scott Bauer.

Body Improper

by Halle Murcek I watch my father slice into a ripe, plump tomato engorged with juice and pulp. The innards of the fruit, a slush of orange red seeds and jelly like fluid, seep onto the cutting board and between his large fingers.  His hands massage the medallions of venison, loosen the meat to better […]

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