A glimpse into our editors' lives: Here's how the world looks from where we stand, from Scandi food in Portland to long-sought corn smut.
This weekend, I was in Portland, Oregon for the Feast festival and spent basically every moment eating—so naturally, when there was some free time, I spent it eating... This meal at Måurice, a French-Scandinavian bistro, was a highlight with shrimp smørrebrød, preserved lemon-cured olives, duck confit quiche, and mussels. —Leslie
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Kick-starting the week with spicy shiso leaves on toast. —Lindsay-Jean
Name that film: "Chapter 1: He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture." —Sarah
My very favorite part of the Stumptown roastery in Portland. —Kenzi
This clambake barely fit in its (very large, serves a bajillon people) bowl. —Sam
After weeks of searching for corn smut, a black mold that can grow on corn cobs if it's a humid season, we happened upon this teensy specimen upon shucking an ear in the office. It sadly wasn't enough to fry up for a quesadilla, but we were still proud—and amazed—that after all that it ended up right under our noses. —Amanda
What did you get up to this weekend? Have any leads on corn smut (aka huitlacoche) for Amanda? Tell us in the comments.