"Cooked" is a word I'm seeing a lot in group chats.
Today, I can barely tell anyone apart. Many of the Substacks I follow use these big, figurative words that don’t really make sense in an attempt to go viral, which on this platform means getting subscribers and notes and comments. It’s like there’s this internet language that “works” for engagement (literal language, but also sense of style, and a ... See more
Emily Sundberg • The Machine in the Garden.
The internet certainly played its part. As we spend increasing hours buried in our computers the very fact that food can't be consumed virtually gives it a special resonance. You can, of course, post pictures of what you’re eating - people do that by the millions - but that’s no substitute for the scent of onions caramelizing in butter, the sound o... See more
Food Writing Grows Up
Cramming food into my mouth brought a rush of rebellion, but I was never sure who I was fighting.
Sarah Hepola • Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget
My journalist brain turned on. The light in the waiting room started to take on texture. Background sounds moved into the foreground, demanded engrossment. I felt close to something, the way some days when the air was cold and the sun was bright, I felt more alive. My mom used to describe these kinds of days as baking-soda days—when everything was
... See moreEugenie Montague • Swallow the Ghost
That’s life in the suburbs: pretending that nothing is bothering you while you eat something shitty.
Heather Havrilesky • Foreverland: On the Divine Tedium of Marriage
In the university program where I was supposed to be emancipating myself from the kitchen, preparing myself to go back to New York having at least answered the question of my own potential, the novelty and thrill had thoroughly worn off. I could not find the fun or the urgency in the eventless and physically idle academic life. It was so lethargic
... See more