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The best travel locations for foodies around the world.

New York Pizza vs. Italian Pizza
This article may — or may not — start the next World War. However, the question needs to be asked: New York pizza or Italian pizza.
By Crystal A. Wolfe4 years ago in Feast
Top 4 Food Trends In Australia
The global food business is projected to be guided by four trends this year. It is important to notice that several of these trends compliment one another. For example, reductionism can stimulate interest in healthier hybrids such as plant-based proteins.
By Marshall Thurlow4 years ago in Feast
Peach Vignettes
I read once about a wealthy man who loved grapes. He had everything money could buy so he relished the effort that a certain friend took to track down different grape varieties to bring him when she visited. This was how she showed her love, he said.
By Liz Sinclair4 years ago in Feast
Ice Cream on Nantucket Island
The enchantment of summer begins upon boarding the steamship for Nantucket. Seagulls loftily circle the vessel, casting a spell over any unwary passengers who unwittingly heed their sharp cries. The engine builds from a gentle purr to a steady rumble that reverberates to a forgotten point deep inside your very bones. This is the signal that, no matter how far you may have traveled to arrive at this point, it is only now that your voyage has truly begun. Were you able to capture the cool, salty, scent of the ocean breezes and blend it with the fragrance of a diesel engine and the steady aroma of roasted hotdogs coming from inside the cabin you would find that you had managed to bottle the essence of summer itself.
By Brijiana4 years ago in Feast
The Exact Place You're In
In Canada, "summer" is a mysterious, whooshing blip. It's the kind of thing you think about with slow deference and longing, month upon month, and when it arrives, it rushes past, a fleeting devil on the wind.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Feast
The Abundant Flavours of that Summer
Day 1 6am. Heathrow Departures. We left to come here in the middle of the night so it doesn’t feel like six. Shall we get some pancakes?
By Beth Sarah4 years ago in Feast
Fried Bread & a Summer of Folklore
My family on my fathers side is deeply steeped in traditional folklore and the arts. From professional folk dancers, to folk arts photographers, and visual artists, they're all "artsy", to say the least.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Feast
Camp Cookies
by Lennox Ó'Súilleabháin To say Camp Emerald Bay was beautiful would be an understatement. Idyllic and pristine, isolated in its own bay on the remote Santa Catalina Island, twenty-two miles off the coast of Southern California. The bay for which it was named clear and blue, beautiful both above and below the waves. A colorful array of sea life in its rocky waters. The camp running long into the rivets of the valleys that fed out to the ocean. Far from the orange glow of the Los Angeles sprawl, at night the Camp rested under a vast star cover. It was a place to explore, a place to relax, a place to make lifelong summer memories. This, however, is not about the camp itself. It is about its food.
By Lennox O'Suilleabhain4 years ago in Feast
Italian Summer Sweets
Having finally grown out of the childhood stage of grubby fingers in packs of candy and popsicles, I have come to hate the sticky sensation of eating sweets that clings to my hands and transfers to any surface I brush in the slightest. Even after eating the finest of desserts. But today? Today was different.
By Bianca Jeanette4 years ago in Feast
Summer Will Always Taste Like Lemon. Top Story - June 2022.
The memory of lemon chocolate is one that will forever be burned into my brain…and taste buds. It was the summer of 1998 when my family visited the island of Capri in Italy. We had been living in Italy for two years at this point. (When I was a teenager, my dad received a job opportunity that resulted in my parents moving their three children to a country we had never visited – a place where we knew nothing about the language, people, or history.) We ended up living in Milan for three years, and my parents used every opportunity to venture to other Italian and European cities, big and small, to ensure we soaked up every ounce of the potential that the opportunity provided. One week, we ventured south and headed to the Amalfi Coast.
By Stefanie Schroeder4 years ago in Feast
Berries and Fresh Peas
I leave my mother's home by bike. My pace is calm and leisurely, there's no need to hurry when I'm on vacation like this. The South American metropolis where I live always makes me compete, gets my heart rate up with its frantic movement. But not today, because I'm at home in Lahti, in southern Finland.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Feast
Sno-Ball
New Orleans, Louisiana, is a very unique city. Being a port city, the accent the people speak is not Southern. It's not even Cajun, which is the cliché always heard on TV--and badly, too. The accent is a port city accent, more related to New York or Boston than it is to the Southern drawl of any city below the Mason-Dixon line.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Feast