Artwork by Oyku Derin Ersoy Children of immigrants are familiar with the silent ways our parents say I love you . A knock at your door followed by sliced fruit or a pot on the stove with your favorite meal. My dad is the stoic type. In my twenty-one years, I have known him to be a man of very few words. Once I turned eighteen, that changed. I became a person then. I was rarely ever told that my parents were proud of me until I got older, and they started having to face the r

Krusty Krab 4/5 The Krusty Krab is a cute little place in the middle of fucking nowhere. I was honestly surprised to see people there, but I was soon to find out why. The squid-looking guy behind the counter has obviously been having a rough day. He didn’t even notice I was there. When I had finally gotten his attention, he put down his newspaper and slouched over the register. The phrase: “Welcome to the Krusty Krab, how can I take your order?” slowly meandered its way out o

Art by Jasmine Nguyen Agatha Pennington wiped a layer of sugared violet frosting from her pink trimmed apron in a secluded corner of the kitchen. The cake shop must be in tip-top shape for the arrival of the Volunteer. Constance Pennington, the frontman of the sisters’ business, poked her head of frizzy grey and black hair into the kitchen. She donned the same frilly apron, this one trimmed with blue. There was a speck of a red stain on her shoulder, but there was no time to

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Popeyes Biscuits My grandma and I wore fancy dresses to an empty Popeyes before the wedding. She taught me table manners. I spread cheap napkins on my skirt, sat straight, and sliced the biscuits all proper. She sang me a song that goes, “Elisa, Elisa, if you’re able, keep your elbows off the table.” ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Espresso Sonata No. 1 The only wedding I’ve attended was my dad’s. Boston froze over in January and Anna requested a coffee flavored cake. I wore a sc

Collage by Darya Shauchenka If you have been online over the past two years you have certainly come across protein-related content. TikTok recipes; Instagram posts of best protein packed Trader Joe’s products; and the endless memes about the word “protein” getting slapped onto every single snack imaginable: It feels as though protein has become nearly impossible to avoid. In 2020, the world was faced with a global pandemic, completely upending life as we knew it. Many were f

Between hefty New York price points and the, I’ll say, less than ideal conditions of the dining hall food, on campus, it's tough to find good food at a good price point. So I asked a number of students what their tried and true dorm kitchen meals are. After all, the best food is that which is shared. Teriyaki Salmon Rice Bowl “A staple of my Film student diet this past semester. It’s cozy, filling, and very cost effective. Easy, and great for the dorm, everything listed belo

Ingredients rhode dupe iPhone 16 case Boiled water in a pot Ice water rhode lip glosses if you want to boil those too She’s runny, the lip balm. It will come pouring out as soon as you twist the lid off because the balm expands from the heat of your phone, which now in retrospect sounds cancer-inducing for my lips. The average lip gloss connoisseur consumes 24 milligrams of lip product a day and I am yet another Tiktok shop victim. I bought two of them. I was obsessed

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Like good art, food can capture experiences in a way that simply cannot be put into words. Food is both healing and communal; it captures feelings and emotional nuances, leaving lasting impressions on our souls. While the dining hall food has its ups and downs, I always cherish the meals I have with my friends. We’re a diverse group of people; therefore, some food is familiar, others not so much. For example, as a Black woman, putting grapes in a chicken salad is definitely

Artwork by Rachel Genito I stole my mother’s razor the first time I shaved and prayed she wouldn’t notice. It was fourth grade. I had nothing but Youtube and a dream and inexplicable shame about my sudden desire to change. Is this what it means to be a woman? I wondered, as little dots of blood emerged from my thighs. Will I be a woman when I look new? I know how to shave, now. Most of the time, there isn’t any blood. Tonight, I prepare myself for an Everything Shower, my bib