~By Marissa Neiderhauser It is a memory so old and familiar that it is not really a memory at all. I don’t actually remember picking or eating raspberries with my grandmother. I just know that raspberries are forever inextricably linked with her. Seeing them in the store, hearing them mentioned, running the tip of my tongue along their…
Author: snowmadd
As an avid traveler and eater, I believe that there is no greater pleasure in this world than discovering a lovingly prepared meal in a foreign place--with the exception of my parent's kitchen table, of course.
The Love of Cooking
~By Jaclyn Liechti They say that women are attracted to men that remind them of their fathers, and I suppose in my case, it’s at least partially true. My father is a great cook, and I find this quality immensely attractive in the opposite sex. Growing up, I didn’t have the normal ideas of gender…
Remembrance of Meals Past
~By Christine Sarkis Everyone has at least one superpower. I have been blessed with two: the knack of identifying a song by its first three bars, and the ability to remember everything I have ever eaten. It’s a silly trick, but one that is at the heart of my lifelong devotion to the anticipation, taste,…
What a Wiener
~By Katie Blais When I was twelve, I decided to become a vegetarian. At the time my brother, who is six years older than me, was dating Kate, a tall, willowy gal, who not only shared my namesake but always let me tag along with her and my brother—much to his chagrin of course. I…
Seeking Out My Inner Tortoise
~By Sarah Pascarella I am now in my thirties, and trying to learn to change my eating habits. Not the actual meals on my plate or the food choices I make, mind you, those I think serve me just fine. No, I’m trying to change the actual way I eat, which one could describe as…
A Memorable Feast 