On top of crisp, white linen stands a mouth-watering display: crisp-skinned turkey surrounded by saucers of tart cranberry sauce, creamy green bean casseroles topped with toasted almonds, baskets of flaky, buttery biscuits, heaping bowls of golden mashed potatoes sprinkled with tendrils of scallions and sweet potato pie piled high in marshmallow bliss.
In “Year of the Flood,” Canadian author Margaret Atwood refers to mushrooms as “the roses in the garden.”
In “Cheers,” the 80s American sitcom of that Boston bar where everybody knows your name, an interesting history of hats unfolds during the theme song.
Perhaps catalyzed by a viral video from 2015 — in which a team of graduate students studying sea turtles off Costa Rica’s shores pulls out an elongated, plastic straw from a turtle’s nose, blood trickling out of its nostril during the process — single-use straws have generated public shame.
Dating back to the Ancient World, wine has been valued by varied civilizations as an elixir of health, trade and ceremony.
Among all five senses, our sense of smell is most closely linked to memory.
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Recently, I visited the Park Slope Food Coop, but only under enforced regulations: I was to be accompanied by a member and I was not permitted to shop.
When my friend, Lindsey, told me about an environmentalist on Instagram who had fit four years worth of waste into a single mason jar, I had my doubts.
In 1943 a family-owned soap company named Valley was born.