…had given him food poisoning. He’d been up since dawn, wracked by five or six bouts of gut-wrenching diarrhea. Sharp, unending cramps tore through his belly. As the day grew…

…reflected in experimental texts ranging from Gertrude Stein’s tribute to lesbian domesticity in Tender Buttons to Harryette Mullen’s homage to its sections on “Objects” and “Food” in her explorations of…

…it. Nut dashed forward and grabbed the old man’s hand. He dropped the pie on the ground. “You bastard! You take the food from an old man’s mouth! You damned…

…mostly just attracted to food vendors while I was there. [laughs] And your building was completely Chinese? Primarily Chinese? Mostly, but not all. Is that the first building you lived…

…My mother and father remained oblivious—beyond food, shelter, and clothing, they possessed only a hazy awareness of what other nurturing parenthood might involve. The fact that I found it impossible…

…rules); I’m the Dungeon Master—of course! In terms of other decadences: I’m a sucker for Coconut Bliss smoothies, ayurvedic massage, Settlers of Catan game nights with friends, spicy vegan food,…

…local Chevron station, with the food market area that we would always go to, and kids would hang out there. I remember walking by there, and you just saw cars…

In anticipation of Page Turner, our biggest food and books festival yet, we’ve rounded up a list of must reads published in The Margins by and about the work of…

…The Boss we published in The Margins. And join Chang this Saturday at Page Turner, the Asian American Writers’ Workshop’s food and books festival, where she’ll be reading from her…

…for food. Others, with no way to defecate but publicly, were made objects of cruel fun by street children. Many slept and—in a few cases—died on the streets. Some of…

…had to laugh, too. One night, when the stove burners were not working and the food had to be warmed up elsewhere, Shahid charmed us as any good host would,…

…unrelentingly through the worst of it. As we coordinated bringing Fred food on Christmas Eve and argued like siblings over the best way to feel six and a half beats,…

…to all the questioning eyes: “I think you’ve been expecting me.” Familiar smells of old books and good food were interrupted by the clinical sting of syringes, gloves, drugs. Lavender…

…dined at the Alternate Food Line we’ve managed to carve a place for ourselves in the landscape of America. Whether you attribute it to some mysterious triple package or to…

…existed. He was like other parents in the Filipino community, who sent their children to school for a coveted American education, instilling Philippine culture through food, dance, and celebration, but…

…So that’s my process. I find it very difficult to write in my house because there are too many distractions, mostly my cat and napping— Food. Yeah, and the refrigerator….

…lox. I miss the bootleg T-shirts after concerts at Madison Square Garden. I miss the thousand small dishes that arrive before your Korean food arrives. I miss the way “coffee”…

…in the United States. While I was raised by Vietnamese parents, ate Vietnamese food, spoke only Vietnamese to my parents, I’ve only visited Vietnam twice: once in my early twenties…

…treatment, and even changed to a raw food, no sugar diet. This was no easy task for one who ate with as much pleasure and voraciousness as Fred. I once…

…afraid of it. I love reclining, watching ten episodes of Brooklyn Nine Nine, eating what I pretend is space food, and trying to work up the courage to steal the…