Top Stories
Stories in Feast that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Carrot ginger soup
The unfamiliarity of the surrounding walls has me trapped in a turmoil. The air is soaked with a scent that has yet to be mine, I am breathing in my new reality and it is nearly suffocating. My existence has been altered and I can only adapt to my current environment.
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Feast
I Want to Give the World Nachos. Runner-Up in Nourished Challenge.
The Story: I have been incarcerated for nearly 22 years. Throughout this time, food has held a special kind of significance: food served by the prison is rarely filling, cooked by inmates who are more concerned with stealing anything good and filling their own bellies than they are with seeing that their fellow inmates are able to eat as well as they. On the rare occasions we are fed something decent, there is a rush of people trying to buy or barter for the "good tray." Thanksgiving and Christmas trays, with their extra portion of real turkey meat, rolls, and extra cake with white icing can be sold for as much as $10.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Feast
A Spoonful of Bitterness, Warmth and Comfort
If Rosie finally committed to her promise to leave work on time, she wouldn't be rushing to the nearest station to catch her train back home. She wouldn't be stuck standing with her face inches away from the automated doors. She wouldn't end up drenched when rain suddenly started pouring down hard.
By Sophie Garcia2 years ago in Feast
Who's Going To Make The Cookies Now?
Today, I’m thinking of marshmallow squares. Delicious little plain-based, sweet topping cookies that Mom made every Christmas. For as long as I can remember, and most certainly before I was even a twinkle in my dad’s eyes, my mom had baked those same treats every holiday season. Along with her shortbread, her dark and light fruit cakes and her Christmas logs, she was nothing if not a woman of routine.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Feast
Single Mom. Georgia Heat. Icebox Cake
Growing up with a single mom in Marietta, GA was tough. My twin brother and I would see our dad every other weekend and then spend two weeks in the summer with him. Unfortunately, mom was bitter and this caused her to lash out at us, berating him and whoever he was with. After a while, we would just stop saying anything about our time with him but this made the atmosphere at home so dark and depressing. This summer was hot and we had just returned from our two weeks with Dad in Florida and our air conditioning was not keeping up with the sweaty Georgia heat. We were not looking forward to the onslaught of mom’s ranting about dad when mom came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. “I made your favorite,” she said. “Favorite what?” was all I could think. She went back into the kitchen and brought out a plate my grandmother handed down to her and perched on top was a big mound of Icebox cake. “Your grandmother used to make this for us in the summers – they call it Icebox cake because we would put it in the icebox to keep cold back before refrigerators,” she said proudly. She sliced off two large pieces for us both – careful to cut across the cake so the result was a zebra stripe effect that made it look even better. “Some people just keep it in the fridge,” she continued, “…but I like it better in the freezer. Plus, it lasts longer!” It didn’t last longer with us. Next thing I know we are going back for seconds, and mom had the sense to put it back before we could devour it. Simple. Cold. Refreshing. Fun. I forgot about how hot it was, and mom focused on putting a smile on our faces instead of interrogating us. What a wonderful, simple treat that was.
By James Schaeffer2 years ago in Feast
It's the simple things.
Thinking back on all the beautiful dishes I’ve had throughout my life, I could write about chicken and dressing, tamales, pumpkin pie, or many other entrees I have had. Fancy dishes that would have your mouth watering like crazy. Instead, I will write about a simple, plain chocolate cake made for me with so much love.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Feast
Zucchini and Red Onion Pasta
Hi friends! Did you know that I have a recipe blog? JK! I don't... I don't even have a lot of recipes hanging out in my brain. I am always embarrassed to admit and slightly infamous for never actually having a recipe to give anyone who asks!
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Feast
The Pastor Needs a Plate
IT WAS THE FIRST FULL DAY of our annual, family, summer vacation on Hilton Head Island – a 69-square mile piece of land that sits in the low-country region of South Carolina. After a long drive from Washington, D.C., the day before, I was looking forward to a recuperative, lazy Sunday morning of sleeping in and lounging poolside, luxuriating in nothingness, not even pretending to read a book. That was my plan.
By Michelle Petties2 years ago in Feast
Olives and Chips; The Only True Pairing
Potato and an offshoot of a shrub. You cannot get more humble, or basic. And yet. Odes have ben written in their honour; paint to their pleasing Still Life credentials - they feature on every menu. But truly. When was the last time you stopped to revel in the joy that is the simple chip and olive? Fear no longer, cos here comes a little essay with my two cents to my most beloved of evening starters.
By Jessica Bailey2 years ago in Feast
Gluten-Free Adventures in Uzbekistan
As an avid traveler, I've had my fair share of journeys, but writing about my experiences in Uzbekistan has been the most daunting yet, especially when it comes to being gluten-free. Before embarking on my trip to Tashkent, Uzbekistan, anxiety loomed large, knowing I was venturing into a nation renowned as the "world's bread basket." As a coeliac with wheat/gluten intolerance, the prospect of navigating local cuisine filled me with dread.
By Spencer Hawken2 years ago in Feast
