Emma Bukovsky
Bio
I am a student at The Culinary Institute of America, I write a lot about food, mental health, and LGBTQ+ and Gueer issues. I find myself to be out spoken and abrasive, but honest and insightful.
Stories (9/0)
I Am Strong
It was the start of my sophomore year of high school, I was scared and excited. Worried and carefree. I was far from popular but I had friends, lots of them. We were the outcasts, the kids in Japanese culture club. We played Magic the Gathering in study hall, Pokémon on our DS’s walking through the hallway. I was a tough cookie. I joined protests, silent and loud. I protested animal abuse, the firing of the lunch ladies, sexual assault. I wore the teal ribbon in April for all of my friends who had suffered through sexual abuse and assault. I taped over my mouth on the Day of Silence for those who fought depression silently and didn’t win the battle. I was strong in what I believed in and I was even stronger in knowing who I was.
By Emma Bukovsky6 years ago in Viva
Don't Label Me: Part 2
I want to clear something up from my last piece about labels. I worry that my ideas were taken incorrectly, I do not want anyone to think I don’t support the LGBTQ+/Queer community. I do support them, full heartedly and with all that I am. I support you, I support them and I support us. Forever and always.
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Filthy
Don't Label Me
So, I consider myself bisexual, and a part of the LGBTQ+ community or the queer community, whichever you prefer. I am in a very committed relationship with a strong, masculine, straight male who loves me for who I am. But here’s the thing, others in the LGBTQ+ community want to label me as so much more. The majority of my conversations I have with my queer friends go like this,
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Filthy
Don't Buy Your Kid A Guinea Pig
Guinea pigs are not the kind of pet to get your kid to teach them responsibility. They require way more than you think. First things first, they have very complicated diets, require supplements, a large living space, vet bills, they live in groups so a single pig will be unhappy, grooming, and exercise.
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Petlife
Double Quarter Pounder, Plain
Everyone has that one food that they crave in a ganja fog. The desire to run to McDonald's at 2 AM for a Double Quarter Pounder with cheese—plain—to silence your aching stomach and screaming brain is too much. It’s cold, really fucking cold. You pile on socks under the warm fuzzy moccasins mom got you for Hanukkah and the sweatshirt you basically never take off because it’s too cozy and covers your knuckles perfectly. Last to go on are the warm flannel pajama pants: you know, the ones with the pastel penguins skiing down your legs? Yeah, those. Tiptoeing through the house to the door where the keys hang is the easy part. You grab your ancient car keys, and turn the door knob. It squeaks just a bit and the fear of waking up your mom with barking dogs send a shiver throughout your slightly sweating body. You shimmy out the door, closing it ever so gently, then breathe a huge sigh of relief.
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Feast
The Jewish History of Honey
Israel: a sacred land for Jews, Christians, Islam, Druze and Bahá'í Faith—a land of milk and honey. Honey, a simply delicious golden syrup that is made by bees and devoured by humans. Honey has a very cozy place in my heart. I could eat an entire jar of fresh local honey in a day: on top of toast, in my tea, on yogurt and granola, or on a spoon. It is very often eaten during one specific holiday, Rosh Hashanah. Parents tend to give their kids sweets made with honey: honey cake, honeycomb candy, and Bit-O-Honey, as a treat for the New Year. My family was more traditional and did honey and challah bread dipped in local honey.
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Feast
My Life Under Golden Arches
I wouldn’t have called myself a happy child growing up. Everything was stressful, anxiety provoking, or just upsetting. My mother was always fighting with my grandparents; we lived with them because my mom was a single parent and couldn’t do it on her own. They would fight after I went to sleep, thinking I couldn't hear them.
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Families
Passover Brisket
My grandmother has never been an amazing cook. She hated cooking and always took the easy way out. Microwave “baked” potatoes, instant mashed potatoes, seasoning packets of every variety, her cookies were made from boxed cake mix, and her chicken salad was made with store bought rotisserie chicken. The only two things Alice Meisel ever made from scratch was matzo ball soup and Passover dinner, specifically “The Best Passover Brisket.”
By Emma Bukovsky7 years ago in Feast