John Cal



Tuna Noodle Casserole

By John Cal

For weeks now, my laziness has gotten the better of me and I’ve been filling my body with what would be considered less wholesome choices—Cheetos, Dr. Pepper, and more McFlurries than I’d care to admit. I heat cans of soup, packet ramen, and a litany of “just add water” meals. I open paper and plastic and pressed foil to find the amalgamated products inside.

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Saturday Night Meal: Chinese Take-Out

By John Cal

[Editor’s note: This year at Hutchmoot, John Cal not only fed us with delicious food; he nourished us with beautiful stories, providing context for each meal and what it meant to him. What follows is the last of his speeches, given on Saturday, October 6th—you can read his first one by clicking here and his second one by clicking here. Enjoy.]

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Friday Night Meal: Chili

By John Cal

[Editor’s note: This year at Hutchmoot, John Cal not only fed us with delicious food; he nourished us with beautiful stories, providing context for each meal and what it meant to him. What follows is the second of his three speeches, given two weeks ago today—we posted his first one last week and will be posting the last one next week. Enjoy.]

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Thursday Night Meal: Cassoulet

By John Cal

[Editor’s note: This year at Hutchmoot, John Cal not only fed us with delicious food; he nourished us with beautiful stories, providing context for each meal and what it meant to him. What follows is the first of his speeches, given a week ago today—we will be posting the others, one by one, over the next couple weeks. Enjoy.]

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Should I Stay?

By John Cal

To be truthful, I haven’t learned anything new. It’s been six months on the road so far, and when I take stock of what I’ve become, how I’ve changed, I find myself quite the same.

That’s probably not what you want to hear. It’s not where I thought I would be. We prefer stories of bravery and redemption, intrigue, salvation. And believe me, I would love to tell you about the time I rescued a baby from the jaws of a rabid honey badger while traversing the everglades upon Rusty, my faithful flying unicorn. But I haven’t, and I didn’t, and even after all this time, I find myself largely . . . unchanged.

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Saturday Dinner: A Taste of Reality

By John Cal

It was all Lanier Ivester’s fault. She was the one who had gotten me into this mess. She was the one to blame. Well, okay, fine, to be entirely truthful, my predicament could also be pinned on Sally Clarkson. Read More ›

Friday Dinner: Feasting the Sabbath

By John Cal

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears, 
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh, hard times come again no more. Read More ›

Room For Us All: Thursday Dinner

By John Cal

[Editor’s note: The following is adapted from the introduction of Thursday’s dinner at Hutchmoot 2017.]

Before we eat dinner tonight, I must admit something to you. Read More ›