If there’s anything that tastes like summer to me, it’s this cabbage pico de gallo. My parents made it for family gatherings growing up, and we’d all hang around the bowl the rest of the evening.
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This is the first in what I hope will be a semi-regular appearance of “Lusty Leftovers.” Leftovers that get us all hot and bothered. For those of us who want a night off cooking and for those who want some variety in life.
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I ran across Hetty McKinnon’s vegetarian sushi salad recipe recently and knew it was just the thing to stave off my cravings for Sushi Kappo Tamura. At least until it’s safe to visit.
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P.F. Chang’s introduced me to lettuce wraps when I was a teenager. It felt so novel* to eat a taco out of lettuce. The cool, crisp lettuce filled with warm, savory filling.
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Jonathan lived on bread alone for the first 12 years of his life. His parents tried to get him to eat other food. He wasn’t interested. Then one day he was on his way to summer camp in a car full of friends.
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In July 2001, I went to India with a group from my high school. We held babies at one of Mother Teresa’s orphanages and played with kids in rural towns. I hesitate to bring up the trip because I’m embarrassed.
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I made Half Baked Harvest’s Everything Bagel Salad for dinner a couple of weeks ago, and I’m still thinking about it. It’s everything I want in a dinner salad: Fast. Filling. And made with ingredients I generally have on hand all year long.
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Sometimes words bubble up in my chest. There’s a tingle. A pressure. Incomprehensible images flash across my eyes. Made more of feeling than light. And sometimes it’s hard to decipher what the words are trying to say.
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Happy Juneteenth! Just before her 90th birthday, Opal Lee decided to walk from Fort Worth, Texas to Washington D.C. to try and get Juneteenth recognized as a national holiday.
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In seventh grade, I devised what I call my “plate of favorites” instead of a favorite food. It’s a magical dinner plate. A plate that expands to fit all my favorite foods. I can’t choose just one. But the other night, I might have eaten the best thing yet.
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Our landlord pounded on the front door. So I got up from the dinner table, opened the door, and stood agape as he puffed himself up and screamed at my partner and me. His face reddened and spit-soaked fuck-bombs came flying out of his mouth.
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