Category: Food

Inside Princeton’s Underground Student-Run Restaurant

A prix-fixe, a poached pear, and a labor of love.

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Consider the Cuy

“Unlike the classic chicken breast, however, the cuy goes from farmhouse to fridge to spit to butcher block to plate in a way that is probably more humane, yet also more graphic, and thus more disturbing. Guinea pigs are cute; cuy, as it turns out, is tasty.”

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The Alternative Prospect 12

Fuck Beer; drink coffee.

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Our Relationship With Chocolate

My past several months on Princeton’s campus have been defined by chocolate. During the week leading up to Dean’s Date I may have personally made the C-Store run out of chocolate covered peanuts.

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That Precept Kid Reviews Recipes

This bark is not trying to be anything than what it really is, something that plagues so many holiday desserts.

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In Search of the Best Açaí Bowl

“At Princeton, sometimes it feels as though carbs are ubiquitous. Sometimes it’s difficult to bring to mind the last time we ingested a fruit or vegetable that wasn’t in the form of ice cream or dried into a chip. This is exactly what made the introduction of açaí bowls to campus so exhilarating.”

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Mom’s (Extra-Chunky!) Bolognese

A family heirloom recipe of zero generations.

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Steep a Pot of Chinese Philosophy: This Princeton Business Owner is Selling Natural Balance

Health, harmony, and history with Paul Shu, owner of Holsome Teas and Herbs.

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Nass Recommends Dining Hall Snack Hacks

A member of the Nass gets creative with Princeton’s Covid-era dining hall food.

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The Brooklyn Art Salad: Mold, Tulips, and Kale

“The multi-media nature of the work invites viewers to do more than just reflect on what they see: to engage with it through their own experimentation.”

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Don’t Skip Dessert: Adrian Rogers ‘23 Is Making Mousse

“[I’m] trying to translate these moments, these kinds of stories that I want to tell, onto a plate.”

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The Opposite of Hunger is Still Hunger

“But you put me here in America— in rich, white, suburban America, where the people are bland and the food even more so. You put me here in this diner, and I hate you for it.”

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