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Nonfiction

Don’t be a junk food vegetarian

The last time I ate meat (intentionally—like most vegetarians I’ve had a few accidental meat ingestions) was a ballpark hot dog in the summer of 2002 at Fenway Park in Boston. We were there on vacation and after the baseball game, we drove out to Cape Cod for the rest…
Karen T. Smith
April 25, 2014
Fiction

What would Hemingway eat? A menu for a Moveable Feast

I realized, as I worked my way through Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, that he titled it so because his time in Paris was an ongoing banquet of social activities, incessant writing, and literal feasting and imbibing from one café to the next. It was also most apparent to me…
Ingrid
March 24, 2014