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American Taiyaki
My childhood summers always started with an “end of school” celebration at a friend's home. No matter which friend hosted it, the tradition was that we always began summer with grilled burgers and hotdogs. Our mouths watered as the juices from the glistening meat dripped into the fire, making sizzling sounds, while scents of warm heartiness and smoke filled the air. My friends’ parents were usually health conscious enough to provide green salads, which my friends and I all ignored, preferring to munch on salty, greasy chips and sweet medleys of fruit to stave off the growing hunger as we awaited the main course on the grill.
By Aylya Mayze4 years ago in Feast
“I Scream You Scream We All Scream For Ice Cream”
Ice cream is the quintessential summertime food! No one food is more closely associated with the summer season or just warm and/or hot weather in general than ice cream in it’s various, delicious, forms. Everyone has their own memories about ice cream from both childhood and as adults be they either positive or negative.
By Christopher “CJ” Herring4 years ago in Feast
We all screamed for ice cream
There is a reason to scream I scream! You scream! We all scream for ice cream! Generations of children grew up shouting this rhyme each summer as they anticipated eating their favorite treat.`Ice cream is said to have come to the United States in the 1700s and it has been a beloved dish ever since.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Feast
Ooey Gooey
Summer tastes like graham crackers that spray you with crumbs when broken, like marshmallows from a freshly torn bag, like sneaking a chunk of chocolate before the real fun begins. S'Mores aren't complete, however, without their entourage; The log benches, the fire pit, and lightning bugs, all beneath the summer stars. This is the place and time where their magic takes effect and memories are forged just as S'Mores are forged in fire. Therefore, let us this night revel in decadent interlude by firelight.
By J. Daniels4 years ago in Feast
Thee Barbecue Rib. Top Story - June 2022.
Summertime has arrived. The sun is perched in the sky being every bit of disrespectful as the temperature soars above 90. Yet, this weather and time of year serves as a call, similar to that of a mating call in the wild, to those who hold the barbecue as the champion of warm weather dining events. Shortly after noon, preferably on Saturdays since the festivities at a barbecue can lead to a food hangover that may trickle over into the beginning of the work week, the air starts to fill with a scent endearing to us all – savory smoky fumes of lit charcoal on a grill. We all know that smell; that bouquet broaches ideas of good eats and cold drinks. Barbecue connoisseurs are able to detect whether the aroma is coming from a grill using propane, wood chips, or charcoal briquettes.
By Nicole Ferguson4 years ago in Feast
My Summer
Summertime taste like to me a nice barbecue in my backyard accompanied by any kind of melon, and if I go camping late night s’more’s. First we cook BBQ with whatever sides we're going to have with it and then we have our midday snack typically watermelon, cantaloupe, or honeydew, but sometimes other fruits, or berries, not blackberries because I'm deathly allergic to them; but you know that's the only berry I'm allergic to, so I eat other berries like strawberries, and raspberries. Sometimes I mix these melons, fruits, and berries to make fruit salads, and smoothies, and stuff like that if I'm at home, but I just eat them by themselves if I'm out camping. You know the cool thing is that real late at night when I can build my campfire I go and I grab my skewers, roast beautiful marshmallows, grab a Hershey bar (king-size preferably) and some Honey Graham, Graham crackers. That must be Hershey’s Honey Graham for the best flavor in the world for camping s’mores in general.
By Yuley Burrow4 years ago in Feast
Salt and Love. Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge.
You sit in the van on the way home from the beach. The window is open, wind buffeting your face with that flap-flap-flap rhythm you only get when you are going faster than thirty. Bob Marley is playing through the tinny car stereo, Buffalo Soldier. Most of your friends are dozing, except for Morten, with his pilot sunglasses on, who is driving and loving it. The warm wind plays through the sun-bleached hairs on your forearm, tiny grains of sand and salt reflecting the afternoon light as it strobes through the coastal pine forest. You can taste the salt on your lips from too many times the waves got the better of you in your heroic attempts to teach yourself surfing. You are tired, and happy, and your stomach is growling.
By Frank Havemann4 years ago in Feast
