This doesn’t feel right, I say to myself. I press on, afraid to add any more liquid to the dough for fear of majorly fucking something up. About ½ cup of flour remains in the bag, and that’s not nearly enough to start over if this fails. Mija, I say to myself, mija you’ve added…
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My style of cooking is a combination of chasing my childhood memories of flavours, making dowith what’s cheap and available, and asking my mom for recipes on WhatsApp from acrossContinents. Qorma is my ultimate comfort food and was a dish I ate almost exclusively for many, manymonths as a kid. It reminds me of my…
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Breakfast and lunch reach a photo finish in The Last Bite’s opening feature. With a title like ‘quarantea’, you may be wondering, why leave home just to basically go … home? Well, keep reading for more irony, one truly satisfying experience and two new tracks for your February playlist. Tea Tree Crêperie༽ . The original…
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I can’t eat a mango without thinking about my nani ma, my Indian grandma. As its golden juices trickle down my chin and cling to my fingers in sticky drops, I recall her words. Describing how as a child she would pick the fruit from the graceful tree in the garden, devouring the sun-soaked fruit…
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A Cambodian restaurant in Long Beach, California shines as a relic of history and heritage
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Make What You Love with What You Have: A Compilation of Substitute-Friendly Recipes How many times have you opened your fridge and nothing screams “eat me!” You sigh at the thought of having to actually make something. I’m a little different. I pride myself in being able to whip together a delicious meal regardless of…
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January stressed me out, but for a reason I can’t put quite into words, I am excited for February. The month of February brings me joy for three reasons: 1) sowing seeds of abundant love 2) celebrating Lunar New Year with a feast and 3) Black. History. Month. Just a few months ago, I found…
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by Stephanie Eyocko. Photographed by Mariah Miranda. Perhaps it’s not a coincidence, but activists, just like superheroes, have origin stories. Kya Parker’s starts at the Black Lives Matter protests back in May, when thousands of demonstrators flooded the streets of her native Washington to protest the murder of George Floyd and countless other victims of…
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Eight months ago, my mother passed away. Yeah, conversation killer. I know. Most people stay silent if and whenever it’s mentioned. I get it. You can’t fathom what it’s like unless you know first-hand. There’s a discomfort to the conversation around death. Now, most days I feel like a shell of a human being ;…
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The first time I made pasta I was surrounded by strangers— and fawning over the young Italian chef who was instructing us. We all had our own mixing bowls, eggs and rolling pins. We each contributed our handmade pasta to the large pot of boiling salt water and stared in wonderment as our instructor began…
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