Food

I started cooking around the time the trouble began. I was twelve or thirteen, spending most afternoons staggering around muddy Ohio fields smoking terrible weed out of pop cans and…

Jane Huffman’s poems have appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, Gulf Coast, The Iowa Review, and elsewhere, and she is a 2019 recipient of the Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg…

Claudia D. Hernández was born and raised in Guatemala. She’s a photographer, poet, editor, translator, and a bilingual educator residing in Los Angeles. She is the author of Knitting the…

Naomi Washer is the author of Phantoms (dancing girl press) and American Girl Doll (Ursus Americanus Press). She is also the translator from the Spanish of Sebastián Jiménez Galindo’s Experimental Gardening Manual: create your own habitat in…

On a Saturday in November of my 50th year my mother and I pull out my old hand-cranked pasta maker. We set it up on the edge of my counter…

Andrew Feld is the author of two books of poetry, most recently Raptor (University of Chicago Press, 2012). Here, he talks about sharing food with the people you love, a…

Aperativi We met for the first time one Sunday afternoon near the Duomo in Milan and I thought to myself, ‘He’s too short for me.’ We made our way first…

I jolt awake sharply at dawn. Afraid. Turmoil in my stomach and brainstem from too much day-old cold coffee. A marijuana vape I sucked down yesterday in a bid for…

Alison C. Rollins, born and raised in St. Louis city, currently works as the Lead Teaching and Learning Librarian for Colorado College. She is a 2019 National Endowment for the Arts Literature…

She was creeping around at night looking for food. Well, it wasn’t really night, only just past sundown, and the call from the mosque still hung in the blackening air,…

Noah Warren is the author of The Complete Stories (Copper Canyon, 2021), and The Destroyer of the Glass (2016), winner of the Yale Series of Younger Poets. He is a doctoral student in English at…

Typically, I don’t understand the irritatingly persistent appeal of French food. I have little interest in the incessant barrage of cookbooks, the well-lit photos, the homages and journeys all dedicated…

“Don’t call it a comeback,” raps LL Cool J. This summer the “Dining with a Cursed Bloodline,” column ended like a Disney Classic Movie. Marriage. Happily Ever After. Roll credits.…

I don’t remember the first time I watched the movie Julia and Julia. This is not surprising considering the number of times I’ve watched it — often while sipping gimlets or a…