At My Jerusalem Kitchen, food blogger and mother Lauren Wilner shares her daughter Nava’s birth story — followed by a nap-friendly soup recipe.

Pastry chef and food writer Frances Leech reflects on learning, muscle memory, and the practical poetry of recipe language.

“Can the sweet tastes of Syria be recreated in Europe?” At The GroundTruth Project, a pair of journalists chronicle the epic journey of best friends Ahmed and Rashed — who had escaped war in Syria — and the story of the famous sweet shop chain, Salloura.

“The prose is so thick that to me it has the closeness of a summer day; you can feel yourself choking on the humidity, feel the grit of Macondo sticking to the back of your neck, and all you want to do is lie on the tile floor, eat a banana, and sweat.” Honoring literature with pie — a frozen banana pie, for One Hundred Years of Solitude.

“Bacon, eggs, sausage, and orange juice never tasted as good as in those mornings.” A turkey burger recipe, musings on life in San Francisco, and a lovely photo essay on food.

Musing on her blog, Eating With My Fingers, Ellabell Risbridger writes of her grandfather’s death: “I don’t know how to grieve, but I know how to make bread. A six-strand challah braid: knead in anger, rise in grief, plait to find a pattern in all of this.”

Food writing by Rachel Roddy on making lasagna: “Paola rolls her fresh handmade egg pasta as thin as thin can be, which renders it light, extremely delicate and allows it to be the absolute protagonist, appearing in eight or nine layers.”

“But the colour was the reason I bought. It made me want to stick a finger in the middle. It was an angry red; savage, mad and violent. I’ll see you in the kitchen.” Fiery thoughts on paprika — plus a recipe — by Sophie James.

“Joyce’s enjoyment of food, unlike that of his withdrawn characters, was wrapped up in his enjoyment of others, and vice versa.” At Paper and Salt, Nicole Villeneuve weaves a discussion around author James Joyce and his enjoyment of food.