Category: Eat
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Dispatch | 11.17.19
Raise your hand if you’re tired. That seems to be the current collective, universal state of things. Tiredness knows no creed, no political party, no religion. Tiredness is in the water, it runs to our marrow. And it shows no signs of abating. As the world turns increasingly dark — from here in the U.S.…
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Signs of Life Well-Lived in Columbus, Ohio
There’s a particular genre of food writing that I just love, that always gets me right in the feels: Odes to grocery stores. But not just regular, American-style supermarkets, with glaring lights, wide aisles and wild shoppers. Definitely not places Whole Foods, or Fairway, or Wegman’s, or even the Jewel-Oscos or Associateds of the world.…
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Dispatch | 11.10.18
This week has felt like a decade. Between the midterm elections (I worked election night in the newsroom), yet another mass shooting, RBG breaking some ribs and near-continuous attacks on the free press, I’ve been high-key anxious all week. There’s been some light, though: I finally got to write and publish a story about a…
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Richard Olney’s Infuriating Recipe for Mussels
Richard Olney’s “Simple French Food” is a beautiful book, but written in a bitingly straightforward fashion with no sympathy for your lack of skills.
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How I learned to love coffee and get over myself
When I was a freshman in college, I was a little shit. I wanted to trade my former good student, Sunday school volunteer life for something else. College was a chance to be a different person, right? But I overcorrected: I was arrogant, entitled, cocky. In a moment of hilarious buffoonery, that changed for the…
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Finding center
I’m not a gym person and I hate joining groups, but for the first time since moving back to Chicago (when I was at my heaviest, 250 lbs.), I’ve plateaued. With that in mind, I finally motivated myself to do something I’ve always wanted to do but was scared to: Signed up for a hip…
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Summer Daze
I’ve been taking a step back. Breathing. Calming my racing thoughts. Chilling the fuck out.
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Summer + Brown butter-poached peaches
A few weeks ago, a friend of Ian’s sent him a care package of a dozen Georgia peaches. Wrapped in thin, crinkly sheafs of white paper, nestled in individual foam nooks, the bounty of summer fruit looked just like the emoji, sun-gold, fragrant and chipper in their little homes. Upon opening the package, I couldn’t…
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002. Weekly Dose: Gay Stuff
“Queer, tender, true. I like those things.” – Gabrielle Hamilton, Mind of a Chef
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001. Weekly Dose: The Wait of Everything
A look at the stuff that’s fueled my week.
Joseph Hernandez 