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Chastity Desaulniers, Truffle Human
There have been many pigs and hounds renowned for their ability to sniff out the most precious of fungi. But never has there been a truffle human, until Chastity Desaulniers, from Dime Box, Texas.
How U2 Disrupted Seafood In Greater Cleveland
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired fiction column. This week, we explore how U2 forever changed Cleveland's seafood scene.
The Night I Left the Cocktail Party Benefit for Doughnuts
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired column. We provide writers with five random food-related Flickr images and ask them to construct a fictional short story in under five days. In this edition, we hit a cocktail party benefit...
A Terrible Confession About Brussels Sprouts
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired fiction column. In today’s festive tale, we meet a narrator with an unforgivable Christmas secret.
The Kind of Dinner Heroes Eat
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired column. We provide writers with five random food-related Flickr images and ask them to construct a fictional short story in under five days. In this edition, a hero's trip to a steakhouse...
This Martini Drinker Has Some Secrets to Share
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired fiction column. Today we meet a martini drinker with a few things to get off her chest.
The Fish and Chip Shop at the End of the World
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired fiction column. Today, we eat our last fish supper at a fish and chip shop on the edge of the abyss.
Patrick Bateman and the Poisoned Toffee Apple
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired fiction column. In this special Halloween edition, we hear an American Psycho-inspired tale of cam girls, cats, and candy apples.
The Gala Dinner at the Forgers Club
Welcome back to Stranger Than Flicktion, our Flickr-inspired column. In this edition, Emmanuel Giraud guides us, blindfolded, into the halls of a secret society, where the wine is real but the truffles aren’t.
On the Internet, They Call Us the Food Police
Welcome to the hectic daily life of special agents who are responsible for maintaining an iron grip on French culinary heritage.
The Chef Who Makes Bread from Hair Has a Few Things to Say
Now all of a sudden I'm the monster who wants every mom in New York City to eat her kids. Madness.
Falling in Love with an Ice Cream Man Is About More than a Big Cone
He asked me to go home with him to play Pop Pop, a game much like the food sex scene in 9½ Weeks but using only scoops of pink bubble-gum ice cream to eat, blow up, and pop on each other’s goose-pimpled skin while rolling around in the mud.