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Comfort food means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some, it may be mac and cheese, biscuits and gravy and casseroles. For others, it could be anything from tacos to spanakopita to chicken noodle soup. If you grew up eating it and it makes you feel right at home, it can be your comfort food.
Dear Bell Tower Place,
I wasn’t always a vegetarian, you know.
This week on “The Weekly Veg,” allow me to introduce you to a food I myself just learned about: mushroom hoisin buns.
You may have noticed, upon returning from spring break, that you can see all the way from Upham Hall to King Library now, without any leafy obstruction in your way.
I may only be 21 and a junior at Miami, but when I graduate in the spring of 2023 (please don’t remind me of how close that is), I will do so with a graduate degree.
This week on “The Weekly Veg,” we’re tackling one of my personal favorite foods: githeri.
When I moved off-campus at the beginning of last semester, I was so excited to finally have my own kitchen. After two years of eating nothing but lukewarm carbs in the dining halls, I could bake treats and cook healthy (and varied) vegetarian meals to my heart’s content, and I promised myself that I would do just that.
Picture this: you’re me, single on Valentine’s Day for the first time since 2019, but also someone who’s hated Valentine’s Day even when they were in a relationship. Someone who has written articles about that very topic for the last two years.
With Valentine’s Day around the corner, nationwide chains and local businesses alike are beginning to announce their annual specials for the holiday.
Potato, po-tah-to, taters, spuds, murphies — whatever you want to call them, potatoes are easily one of the most versatile and popular ingredients in the country. They’re delicious, so I can definitely understand why people love them so much.
There are two different types of fans of musical artists: the die-hard fans (think clue-decoding Swifties) and the people who enjoy a person’s music and add a few of their songs to a playlist, but don’t download their new albums the instant they come out and obsessively listen to them on repeat.
The year: 2012. The scene: eleven-year-old Ames dancing around their childhood bedroom to the radio.
Feb. 14, 2018.
When I was in high school, I woke up to the radio every morning at 6:20 a.m. sharp.
Well, it finally happened. After two years of refusing to put a single Miami, pop culture or quote sticker on my laptop, I’ve finally given in and covered the entire back with them.
Tucked away in a corner on the third floor of King Library, a large room filled to the brim with creative stations sits, waiting to be used.
Ah, college illness. It wouldn’t really feel as though we were back at school without the orchestra of sniffles, sneezes and coughs in every lecture hall.
I feel like I skipped from being a freshman in college to being a full-fledged adult with, yuck, responsibilities.
I’m only taking fourteen credit hours this semester.