One summer, I worked with a young Ukrainian man named Alex. On a rainy campout, he tried to convince a camper to peel the potatoes for our stew. Alex had grown up near Chernobyl and, in his experience, the peel held radiation. Our relationships with food from the ground were very, very different. Let’s explore yours.
Sometimes, Heather leaves the apartment for a while during mealtime and I am left to my own devices. Now, I can cook—my mama raised me right—and I enjoy it, but sometimes there are more important things to do like play video games or watch The Dark Knight for the second dozenth time. In times like […]
You, too, can make America’s favorite condiment and all it takes is a few minutes and a food processor.