“I buy ice cream because a household should have it, the way my grandmother bought wine.”
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The Korean Immigrant and Michigan Farm Boy Who Taught Americans How to Cook Chow Mein
In 1922, two college classmates in Detroit — a Korean immigrant named Ilhan New and an American named Wally Smith — founded La Choy, a company that mass-produced Chinese food products. One hundred years later, to Chinese Americans the brand is “synonymous with cultural inauthenticity, even appropriation.” But, as Cathy Erway explores for Taste, the […]
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The Long Haul
“Now I rarely let myself think of those Before Times. Describing what was once my life is like trying to recapture a sensation, a place that only ever existed in a dream.”
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Why Some People Are Paying to Be Left on a Desert Island—Alone
“Since 2010, Docastaway has sent travelers to deserted islands with no training, no company, and few supplies. And business is booming.”
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Parks and Degradation: The Mess at Yosemite
“Chemical spills, a ceiling collapse, indoor bears. Employees and park superfans blame the hospitality company Aramark.”
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Is the ‘Future of Food’ the Future We Want?
“The draw of a virtual restaurant is that of online shopping: The same products no matter where you are, or sometimes products exclusive to the virtual world. It’s fast food on an even grander scale.”
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Not Just Communes: A Reading List on Intentional Communities
Six stories highlighting communal lifestyles, past and present.
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America’s Bee Problem Is an Us Problem
“Beekeepers went away for vacation and returned to depleted hives. Entire apiaries collapsed in the span of weeks.”
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An American Girlhood in the Ozempic Era
“Adults are divided about giving children new drugs for weight loss. At 13, Maggie Ervie decided to take them.”
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10 Short Stories, The Power of Music, and Our Top 5
“I always admired how my father could play so delicately with such brutal hands. They were rough, mired with patches of psoriasis, calloused from playing the charango and the guitar, and scarred, scarred all over.” I have fond memories of playing the violin when I was a child, and over the years I’ve considered returning […]
