When my pantry is empty, I’m uninspired, my body feels out of sorts, or the whole world seems to be falling apart; I make lentil stew. My Argentine parents cook guiso de lentejas at least once a…
When my pantry is empty, I’m uninspired, my body feels out of sorts, or the whole world seems to be falling apart; I make lentil stew. My Argentine parents cook guiso de lentejas at least once a…
WHAT A WEEK! For so long, I wanted to fast forward to this moment. Past the US election, past my thesis defense, and past my German immigration appointment to renew my visa. Everything about those events was…
Sometimes the meaning of a dish changes in an instant and you realize that something you used to dislike is not so bad after all. Perhaps you were avoiding something because you thought you’d hate it, but…
“In an era of unprecedented economic inequality, dim millennial futures, and deep political disillusionment, food has also become a surrogate for hope—and personal freedom. This is understandable, but at meal’s end, our food isn’t allocated by choice,…
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