Historias de Taste

just as the title says <3

In "The Vegetable Warrior: A Culinary Journey through Jamaican Cuisine", we follow the story of Oshane, a young chef with a deep love for vegetables and a passion for showcasing the rich culinary traditions of Jamaica. Despite facing skepticism and ridicule from some of his peers, Oshane never wavers in his commitment to vegetable-based cuisine, opening his own restaurant and creating innovative and flavorful dishes that celebrate the diversity and versatility of Jamaican vegetables. As Oshane's reputation grows, he becomes a respected figure in the Jamaican culinary scene, using his platform to promote healthy eating and support local farmers and growers. But his journey is not without its challenges, and Oshane must navigate the competitive world of culinary competitions and the pressures of running a successful restaurant. Through it all, Oshane remains true to his vision, using his skills and creativity to showcase the delicious and nutritious possibilities of plant-based Jamaican cuisine. "The Vegetable Warrior" is a story of passion, perseverance, and the power of food to bring people together and celebrate cultural heritage.

This is a story on why grilled cheese is good for you. Grilled cheese is the best thing ever to me anyways enjoy! ®all rights reserved

Small thoughts and self reminder

She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

This is a personal story I wrote shortly after my twenty-fifth birthday. It's about how I explored new culinary tastes in preparation for a trip to Israel.

Sara n Jak war in luv but it didn't wark out.

Against the advice of every chef, I never taste my food when I cook. It is a part of the culture I grew up in. See what happens when I try to explain it to a trained French chef..... Read this and other stories! I will be posting a couple of times a week for the next few weeks starting March 24th 2014

Today, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids to bless themselves- to be still and indulge their souls. Do only soles now matter, oh Nike, queen of victory?! So many questions are asked in vain, only as axes for the purpose of massacring growing crops of trees. Oh, care! Lend me a moment, for your voice will shower my budding thoughts; your love is nutritious to me, as will be my smile for your soil. Harsh silence ignites fires in the richest of forests and impatience did fell the sturdiest of trees. Perhaps we simply care about the same tomorrow, and our dreams match. Feel free beside me to talk the night away, my dear! Consider these and let me know what images they appear as, and I'll share my own experience, my own imagination. Tell me, lord, for I trust you: what is love? Just how to save the world? What do you want? At the very least, I've drawn a picture to put you to sleep. Hand me a pen and some paper and I'll make a world blossom. Winter Through Windows

There's a world where you taste everything your sole mate does.

I write about my fears in the terms of senses.

"Addison, I love you, in a really, really big - pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window - unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you." - Meredith Grey

A few lines on the way coffee touches our heart.

"A Love that can only be sense through having no taste." Meet Jeon Wonwoo in this short story. Enjoy!