Thanks to resolutions, fresh starts and new beginnings, January is synonymous with diets — and with diets, come salads. I’m certainly not saying you should go paleo or keto or Whole 30 or whatever fad diet is hot nowadays, but it doesn’t hurt to introduce some veggies to your life now and then!
Our lizard brains weren’t designed to enjoy bitter flavors. In our hunter-gatherer heyday, if you found yourself chewing on a bitter leaf, it probably meant you were mere seconds from foaming at the mouth. Stick with the sweet berries, they said; they’re safe. In spite of this primal distaste, we persist, scouring for bitterness like masochists.
It’s finally that time of year, when the best comfort foods of all varieties come out. Yet as the weather dips below freezing, we especially turn to a seasonal favorite: soup.
Christmas always comes too early. The jingle bells on Halloween, the nativity scenes preceding Thanksgiving feasts — our capitalist machine thrives on yuletide fever.
In today’s world, perhaps the greatest gift anyone can offer is an escape — from technology, from the stresses of life, from the world at large.
When the autumn winds blow in, there are two ways to warm oneself: from the outside and from within. For the former, we have coats and blankets. For the latter, we have stouts.
Popeye’s chicken sandwich was so powerful, the national chain was thrown into chaos for a solid week. Lines reached down the street, workers were pushed to the brink, and customers were starting actual, punches-thrown brawls over shortages.
