Food

The bush pricked everyone’s fingers and provided handfuls of blush-red fruit for the price, if you were willing to pay it. Every summer I lived in that house I was glad to.

The author of No Meat Required on the politics of veganism, living and eating in Puerto Rico, and the future of subscription lettuce.

Anyone who’s lived long enough to learn to feed themselves likely has some kind of biographical dish.

Julia Child's collaborator Simone Beck has lingered as an object of pity in public memory. But maybe Beck didn’t want stardom at all.

Some find comfort in conspiracy; I’ve found it in asking the same questions about plants and insects and mold my seven-year-old self might.

Beowulf Thorne's cooking column for people with AIDS claimed the right to pleasure, but in each recipe was embedded an urgent appeal.

The late film producer's cookbooks reveal a subtle, coded queer sensibility.

My memories of these meals carried me, unwaveringly, from month to wretched month—attempting to re-conjure them gave me something to do at my most desperate.

Since returning to New York City, I’ve thought deeply about the ways trauma has estranged me from myself. Growth has meant restoring my relationship with my bodily experience.