Were you thinking pizza lumbered down the mountainside, fully formed? That the ancients plucked gyros from the surf and ate them whole? I bring news. That’s not how it happened.

A very long time ago (2015), our old buddy Tom Scocca posited, convincingly, that there are eight distinct seasons. This part of the year, from August through mid-September, he calls “Yellow Summer,” and ranks as the fifth-best season, which seems fine. After all, it’s muggy and buzzy and gross outside; the air is…

If you haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet today, it may be exceedingly difficult to do so now. Over the weekend, the Erie Seawolves, the Double-A affiliate of the Detroit Tigers, unveiled a special product for their Sugar Rush Night. It is the kind of special anti-treat that you will never be able to unsee but will…

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There is an inexhaustible stock of incredible moments of connection, understanding, and joy in the archives of Anthony Bourdain’s show—A Cook’s Tour, No Reservations, The Layover, and Parts Unknown are really just four iterations of the same show—that the world inevitably feels like a brighter, more colorful place for…

As I’d imagine many or, who knows, maybe even most of those who admired him did, I once had the strange experience of realizing that Anthony Bourdain seemed to know a place I lived better than I did. In 2009, his No Reservations program went to Chicago, and if he didn’t get the entire city, which of course no one…

Don Cherry’s entire shtick is being an ostentatious hockey blowhard, and while his daily lunch is a little “out there,” its bizarreness isn’t whimsical in the slightest, although biohazards can be colorful, too. This Steve Simmons Toronto Sun column reveals Cherry’s regular lunch, which appears to be unintentionally…

Our Facebook page is a great place to yell at us, but also to send us really helpful sports tips. Like reader Matt, who private messaged us with this breaking news:

Joe:

Earlier today, while waiting on my porch for some delivery guys to turn up, I checked in on what was happening in Deadspin’s work chat—my job requires me to surveil the staffs of the various Gizmodo Media Group sites to make sure they’re diligently working for the betterment of our corporate overlords—and immediately…

So much of your life is impossible to give order to. A mango is not one of those things. It may seem like one, big gooey lump that it is, but it is not. It can be given perfect geometric clarity with just a few tactical blade strokes. I can’t recommend solving many of your other problems this way, but it does work for…

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Midway through her first-round match at the Australian Open this year, world No. 10 CoCo Vandeweghe refused to return to the court until someone brought her a banana.

Don’t let it be you.

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Phantom Thread was a sensuous, satisfying movie, and critics agreed that this was mostly because mushrooms finally got their due in popular culture. If you spent the last two decades milling around, stumbling over tree roots, wondering when fungus would appear as a key plot point in a Daniel Day-Lewis vehicle, you…

So this is lutefisk, and it sucks. It’s fish that been preserved in lye and broken down into a strange jellylike texture, which is exactly as appeitizing as it sounds. We bought it because we were in Minnesota and it seemed like a very Minnesota thing to do even though virtually NO Minnesotans eat this shit.

Every year I post this recipe for the Super Bowl. But this year, we decided to go one step further and make it on camera for you. Drool on your keyboard at all the hot, meaty, food porn you are about to witness herein. Roth’s scallion chopping game is not to be denied. We added a guest meat to the recipe this time…

More often than is smart, I find myself at a bar and desperately in need of sustenance with dwindling options. Maybe you’re an idiot like me, or maybe you work nights at a bar or restaurant and need to eat something satisfying that won’t knock you on your ass mid-shift. And when you ask a server if they’ll make you a…

No one ever—I checked; it literally has never happened—has gone, “Dang, if only I had not pickled some foodstuffs.” Does this mean pickling some foodstuffs is a good idea for you, right now, wherever you are, even if where you are right now is an important meeting in a grey conference room surrounded by your work…