思云献给我亲爱的外公德宝 According to the Oxford Dictionary, ‘savor’ means ‘enjoy or appreciate (something pleasant) completely’, or ‘have a suggestion or trace of (something, especially something bad).’ When I was kayaking in my friend’s backyard in Sentosa, also known as the Beverley Hills of Singapore, my grandparents caught covid in Shanghai during a Covid surge. I returned …
“J’avais cessé de me sentir médiocre, contingent, mortel. D’où avait pu me venir cette puissante joie ? Je sentais qu’elle était liée au goût du thé et du gâteau, mais qu’elle le dépassait infiniment, ne devait pas être de la même nature.” — Proust This spring, I’ve enjoyed reading Proust’s A La recherche du temps …
A bowl of Annin tofu, otherwise referred to below as almond pudding In Japan, children walk to and from school each day. Coming from this background, and with school comprising a large part of an individual’s upbringing, many of my own memories can be interconnected with the to and fro of commuting. It all starts …
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It’s nine o’clock in the morning and I’ve got that damn stick in my mouth again. And it will be going back in each day for the rest of my life, lest I return to the hygiene practices of my youth, wherein I would forgo the brush, place a pillow of toothpaste under my tongue, …
As soon as I get out of the subway station, I notice a completely different mood of the park. My sense organs catch various stimuli. I see families with small children eating ice cream and young couples in love looking for a store. I hear their joyful voices. The sights, the sounds, and above all, …
Rugelach is a pastry embroiled in Jewish culture. Visually, it resembles a mini croissant; it can contain fillings ranging from Nutella to raisins to jam to chocolate chips, which are enveloped in a cream cheese dough. It has roots in kifli from Hungary, kipfel from Austria, and rogal from Poland. For special occasions, such as …
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When I’m particularly caught in immediate everyday upsets, I get itchy for the open road. I’m stuck, isolated, by my suburb’s lack of sidewalks and perimeter of highways. Going for a drive to nowhere is a cliché coping mechanism, I know, but I am only a product of my circumstance. Staying here feels nauseating. Somewhere …
Leo Hidy As an American Studies major and self-described homebody, going abroad was never something I thought that much about. Still, when the opportunity to take a Food Anthropology field course in Copenhagen, Denmark, presented itself, I knew I had to go. Without a second thought, I boarded a plane to Scandinavia and was transported …
Mercado San Benito, Mérida, Yucatán (Minolta X-370, Film, Portra 400). I took this photo on the outskirts of Mercado San Benito, a sprawling indoor/outdoor street food market located in Mérida’s Centro neighborhood. Mercado San Benito spans six city blocks, and the lively bazaar distinctly counterpoises the polished Spanish cathedrals that sit just a few steps …
