But he turned into so much more than a hunting partner. He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice inside the fence.
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by?
It’s all I can do not to plunge my face into the water and gulp down as much as I can hold. But I have just enough sense left to abstain. With trembling hands, I get out my flask and fill it with water.
So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
I dip two fingers in the jar and gently spread the balm over my calf. The effect is almost magical, erasing the pain on contact, leaving a pleasant cooling sensation behind.
Enclosing all of District 12 is a high chain-link fence topped with barbed-wire loops. It’s supposed to be electrified twenty-four hours a day as a deterrent to the predators that live in the woods.
The song that comes to me is a simple lullaby, one we sing fretful, hungry babies to sleep with, It’s old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air.
She was so excited she started crying and laughing all at once. My mother was less sure, seeing the injury, but the pair of them went to work on it, grinding up herbs and coaxing brews down the animal’s throat.
What would Peeta think of the irreverent banter that passes between us as we break the law each day? Would it shock him? The things we say about Panem? Gale’s tirades against the Capitol?
A cold, clammy sweat breaks out on my skin and I can’t rid myself of the feeling that the boards above my head are about to collapse, to bury me alive under the rubble.
A. "I'm hungry! If I order food, do you want in?" B. "Sounds good, count me in."A. "Okay great, what kind of food should we order?"B. "Whatever you want. The ball's in your court."
Krashen cites the case of Lomb Kato, a Hungarian interpreter who could speak 16 languages. Lomb felt she had no special talent for languages: she had taken classes in Chinese and Polish, but the others she taught herself.
Look, a hot dog eating contest! These guys look hungry!They've traveled far to prove who among them is hungrier,but only one can win the title of "The Hungriest." :-)
Popular in Iceland, Hakarl is a basking shark that has been cured with a particular fermentation process, hung to dry for five months, and served in cubes on toothpicks.
Popular in Iceland, Hakarl is a basking shark that has been cured with a particular fermentation process, hung to dry for five months, and served in cubes on toothpicks.
We've all been there. So hungry, huge burger, no manners. But never fear, you'll never have to make a spectacle of yourself mid-burger again thanks to the Liberation Wrapper, designed to help you eat your burger politely.
Anjan Contractor thinks 3D printing can solve the world’s hunger problem, and NASA is backing him with a $125,000 grant to build his food printer. Since it requires that the food be built in layers, why not start with pizza?
Instant noodles do good by alleviating the hunger of millions of people around the world. These cheap, super palatable noodles help the low-wage workers in rich and poor countries alike hang on when the going gets tough.