Food

I recently got my hands (and my arteries) on The Sausage Guy’s Ballpark Grill Box, known affectionately—or threateningly—as the “Third Base” package. For the uninitiated, this is a 9.45-pound commitment …

I’ll admit it—I’m a sucker for anything that promises to be “homemade” while coming from a jar that’s never met my stove. So when Rao’s New Homemade Sauces entered the …

Certain things in life demand reverence: a sunrise, a perfectly timed parking spot, and now apparently… a bacon strip that’s thick enough to moonlight as a doorstop. Meet Coleman All …

I’ve eaten a lot of protein snacks in my day. Some tasted like drywall with a gym membership. Others were one bite away from sending me into existential despair. And …

I’ll admit it—I’m a creamy peanut butter loyalist. Have been for years. Team Smooth, ride or die. So imagine my sheer confusion when I opened a jar of and… didn’t …

  In my ongoing quest to save the planet one bite at a time (while still eating like someone who has taste buds), I stumbled across Nasoya’s Plantspired line. Spoiler: …

Let me say this: if your idea of breakfast is whatever’s left of your kid’s granola bar and a cold sip of yesterday’s coffee, Bob’s Red Mill is here to …

I’m not saying I expected much from a protein bar named David—a name that sounds less like a snack and more like someone who borrowed your weed whacker six months …

There are energy bars. There are protein shakes. And then there are ModBalls—the overachieving, 100-calorie spheres of virtue that promise to fuel you through airport security lines, child-rearing marathons, and …

There are moments in life when you realize you’ve made a mistake. Buying white pants during marinara season. Believing you could “just watch one episode.” And, in my case, thinking …

It began, as all great love stories do, in the refrigerated aisle. There it was, taunting me with its aggressively casual name and aggressively more casual packaging. So, I grabbed …

For those of us who have spent an unreasonable portion of our adult lives standing in lines longer than the waitlist for Taylor Swift tickets—to snag a paper cup of …

Here’s the thing: I’ve met a lot of overachievers in my life. People who run marathons before breakfast. Parents who make Pinterest-worthy school lunches with carrot flowers and motivational sandwich …

I’ve always believed the phrase “You are what you eat” is a thinly veiled threat, which is exactly why I’m picky about the oil that ends up in my frying pan. …

I’ll admit it—my relationship with noodles is borderline co‑dependent. So when the Kayanoya Udon Gift Set landed on my doorstep, wrapped with more care than most of my childhood memories, …

I’m the kind of person who can bench‑press a small sedan yet somehow forgets that pizza isn’t an essential food group. Enter MealPro, a company that promises to rescue me …

I’ve always suspected my weekly fish consumption wasn’t doing much for my brain, mainly because the “fish” looked suspiciously like beige Lego bricks hiding under breadcrumbs. Enter Wild Alaskan Company, promising that …

Once upon a Monday, in a kitchen fueled by desperation and weak joints, I stared into the abyss of my morning coffee. Lifeless. Dull. As creaky as my knees before …

Let me tell you about when I paid thirty dollars for six strawberries—no, this wasn’t part of a performance art piece on late-stage capitalism. I willingly clicked “Buy” on a …

They’ve done it. Sweet Baby Ray’s, bless their smoky little hearts, has unveiled a bold and unnecessarily brilliant concoction that could only have been born from the fever dream of …