There's so much public display of confectionery that it's giving us a sugar high just by watching.
KFC has announced that the "St. Elmo's Fire" actor is the latest Colonel Sanders and that their latest publicity stunt will reach stratospheric heights, with a fried chicken Zinger sandwich being propelled into space.
Jessica Leigh Clark-Bojin, who runs the YouTube channel "Pies Are Awesome," calls this impressive achievement a piescraper, for obvious reasons.
Looking for a more "Instagrammable" product, Starbucks' introduced a limited-run technicolor affront to humanity.
It contains all the weird end pieces that nobody wants to eat, pickled peppers and some potato sticks. Yum?
It’s a category that used to begin and end with the bone-dry pot brownie, served in a college dorm room. Laurie Wolf is a leader in its gourmet revolution.
The cool thing about weed gummies is that they're small, so the chances of you going overboard are small.
Twitter user Joe Wadlington shared his account of the previous night, when he went on a date with the former general manager of the Times Square Olive Garden, where tourists from around the world are family and also sometimes fight each other with cold, serrated steel.
Just $3 will improve your dinner by a long shot.
Something tells us Sienna and Anthony had no idea what they were actually signing up for when they agreed to do this.
The coffee industry has a secret...
They all sound fairly disgusting but look quite tasty in practice.
For chefs looking to strike a balance in their kitchens, the allure of a burger can be a blessing and a curse.
Well, we're not even sure if it's technically correct to call them Altoids at this point. Hardened, sugary dust sludge seems more appropriate.
For just over two decades, Kabir Ahmed has worked his food cart in New York City's financial district. Here's just one day in his shoes.
The computer is amazing. Snacks are amazing. Here, reasons for and against combining the two.
Behind this “call to farms” is the story of millions of women—from farming wives to single urbanites—who dropped everything to plow fields, plant crops, cultivate gardens, rake muck, milk cows, slaughter animals, and drive tractors.
He doesn't eat fruit. Or dairy. Or even freakin' eggplants. But I read somewhere that "what we get out of our bodies is a direct result of what we put in," so I ponied up for a week's worth of meals and submitted fully to the constraints of his diet.
The short answer is that it depends widely on both the vegetable and the cooking method.
Did you just get ASMR from french fries and the sound of a beer can opening? Probably.
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