FOOD

Tamales are for Eating, Not Walking

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Of all the sounds you can wake up to in Mexico City, my favorite by far is the distant shout of the local vendor slowly approaching your street, yelling “tamales.”

From Tasteful Rude
On December 4, 2022
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When the Feast Is Gone, It’s Time for the Snack

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Sandwichstravaganza

From Popula
On November 24, 2022
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Ethiopian Food as Divine Blessing

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Some people self-care with a massage or a spa day. Me? I find the nearest Ethiopian restaurant.

From Tasteful Rude
On November 25, 2022
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Of Tacos y Heartbreak

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Isabel Quintero and her ex-husband find the perfect tacos to eat at the end of their marriage.

From Tasteful Rude
On November 11, 2022
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FLAN DESPARRAMADO

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A battered woman makes a crucial deal with Dominican Jesus: if she could escape her abuser in order to spend time with her dying mother, she would learn to make flan.

From Tasteful Rude
On September 29, 2022
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The Politics of Food and the Pelosi Visit

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Although most discussion of US House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s visit to Taiwan has been about geopolitical implications, a bizarre undertext to the visit were the times food came up as part of political attacks.

From No Man Is an Island
On August 10, 2022
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A Half-Century of Iced Coffee in Bangkok

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cold refreshments faithfully served, as the world changed all around this small corner

From Popula
On August 2, 2022
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“TACOS”

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Long Beach writer Brian Addison's ode to the culinary hot mess known as the Jack in the Box "taco"

From Tasteful Rude
On June 24, 2022
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CRUSTACEANS

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Gris Muñoz writes a gentle, haunting story about love, lobster, and abusive men who flaunt their power.

From Tasteful Rude
On June 16, 2022
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I MISS CHEESE: A VEGAN COMPLAINT

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Comedian, actor, and story-teller Sammie James writes about her eternal hope for, and constant, crushing disappointment over vegan cheese.

From Tasteful Rude
On June 3, 2022
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Cafecito

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I think of my abuelita's stories. These tales often began with a declaration that she’d been born four months after the Titanic set sail. With a laugh, she’d swirl her ever present cup of coffee and add that the ship sank five days later. Meanwhile, she persevered. She said that it was coffee that kept her going.

From Tasteful Rude
On May 24, 2022
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