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‘Ghost Pepper’ by Joshua Rupp

  Last year I ate a ghost pepper. It was hot. I can’t really complain, because I knew it was a mistake at the time. Some people have to touch the electric fence. Others go to exotic grocery stores and ruin their lives. It’s the same principle. If I hadn’t eaten the ghost pepper, I […]

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October Market Report by Stacey Harwood-Lehman

In Ithaca, New York, where I spend most summers and holidays, one can pick from among several Community Supported Agriculture projects. You pay in advance for a “share,” and each week of the growing season you receive a bag or box of whatever local produce happens to be ripe and ready. This economic model provides a […]

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‘You Will Eat It,’ by Lori Lynn Turner

  Early summer before I turned nine, my father took me to the edge of our property in rural Washington State and positioned a rifle in my arms, pushed the nose of the gun toward the bluff that looked out over the Straits of Juan de Fuca, a stretch of water with a first, middle […]

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‘The Long Distances Between Food and Mouth’ by Seth Brady Tucker

I’ll be the first to admit it:  I love foods that are ethically indefensible.  I love fois gras.  I will eat a full plate of sweetbreads, suck marrow from the bone of a Osso Bucco.  My favorite sushi is Bluefin tuna. I love me some veal.  Which is a difficult habit to maintain considering the […]

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‘Anything But Sweet’ by Danielle Chin

  When I was a child, I watched my grandmother gently press black dough between her fingers, forming miniature dogs, pandas, and bunnies. Swiftly, Paw Paw molded the snout of the dog, the slightly hunched back of the sitting panda, and the attentive ears of the bunny. She didn’t miss a detail. Using my small, […]

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‘Grandma’s Turtle Soup’ by Danielle Chin

I was four-years-old when I killed a turtle. Paw Paw wanted to make soup. “It will make Hing Hing strong,” my maternal grandmother said in Cantonese. “Learn from me.” Everything she said had an assertive tone, as if she had lived and knew it. She would remind Mom that yams and dried orange skin soothed […]

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‘The Moosewood Generation’ by Deborah Bacharach

The Moosewood Generation It was hard to be a progressive lefty in the mid-eighties. We wanted to live simply so others could simply live. We wanted our food natural and authentic, but there weren’t many hippy guides around. Moosewood came to save us. The Moosewood Cookbook (1977) and its sequel, The Enchanted Broccoli Forest (1985) […]

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‘Autobiography in Victuals’ by Alison Powell

My grandmother made a special stuffing on Thanksgiving: gizzards, stale bread and pearl onions baked to the consistency of pudding. She made it annually in a small kitchen that smelled of cigarettes. A cuckoo clock jutted out from the wall, and each hour the little bird appeared and the chimes rang. My grandmother was stout […]

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‘The Boy Who Smells of Apples’ by Lily Steedman

Tindering becomes a daily habit. A “dating” app that functions around mutual attraction was so effortless, so emotionless, so easy. Left swipe, left swipe, oh! Right swipe. Hello there, kind of cute man with dark eyes and a few shots of random tattoos. We messaged; he told me he was an artist, coffee enthusiast, he […]

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‘Anathema: An Eating History’ by Simeon Berry

I am a foodie, which makes me an anomaly in my family. My foodie war stories are silly, but that doesn’t bother me, because each instance is a victory over the queasy constellation of issues that used to hover around eating.  There were many things that caused tension between me and my mother when I was […]

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