Salt, Ink, & Soul
Writing on food, family, and identity
“I write so that our food, our struggles, and our stories are never forgotten, but carried forward as legacy.”
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Go Rin No Sho
I read a book in Highschool that mentioned it, read it once, read it again much later, then again , then again, each time learning something different.
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Hearing Born in the U.S.A. for the First Time—Again
By Kyle J. Hayes In 1984, Born in the U.S.A. was everywhere. It was the sound of shopping malls, car stereos, and bars with televisions blasting MTV. It was a staple, a part of the background noise of America, a song that seemed as inescapable as the country it was named after. And back then,…
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The Beat That Won’t Be Denied: Saturday Night Fever and the Sound of an Era
By Kyle J. Hayes Some albums exist within their time. Others are their time. You cannot think of the late ’70s—its fashion, excess, and nightlife—without thinking of Saturday Night Fever. You cannot think of Saturday Night Fever without thinking of the Bee Gees. And you cannot listen to this soundtrack without feeling the irresistible pull…
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What Happened to the Food Network?
By Kyle J. Hayes This has been on my mind for quite some time now. I didn’t want to write it. Honestly, I didn’t. Because this is something I loved. I still do, somewhere deep beneath the mess it’s become. There was a time—not that long ago—when the Food Network was sacred ground. A place where you learned, and…
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The Genius, The Legend, Purple Rain
By Kyle J. Hayes There are artists, and then there are forces of nature. Prince was not just a musician. He was not just an entertainer. He was a movement, a singularity, a being so untethered to convention that he could wear lace and leather, heels and chains, and still walk into a room with…
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The Family Table
By Kyle J. Hayes Family-style food. Most people hear that, and they think of big tables, long benches, and a group of people laughing too loud over plates passed back and forth. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Not today. I’m talking about restaurants run by families. It is not some faceless corporate chain…
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