Search Details

Word: bitefuls (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...challenge. Fishermen are taking off to the globe's remotest rivers for rod-and-reel battles that send the adrenaline rushing as fast as the water they're wading in. But wilderness trips are not for amateurs: "You need to go with an experienced outfit?some of these fish bite back hard," says Charles Jardine, a coach for England's national fly-fishing teams. Here are three of the most pristine?and challenging?locales...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Traveler | 8/28/2005 | See Source »

...ingredients of dishes aren't homegrown, they come from the surrounding Carmargue region. The menu, chosen daily by the chef, features 20 full courses; some of them bite-size, others a little more substantial. Locally-reared meat and fish make the occasional appearance in a predominantly vegetarian menu. The organic vegetables take longer to cultivate, but "the absolute bottom line is that they are tastier," says the chef. That seemed true of each dish I savored on a recent visit: courgette-flower souffl? with cinnamon and basil, pan-fried squid, chorizo and root vegetables, and warm chocolate tartlet with mint...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Local Fare | 8/28/2005 | See Source »

...Your new book deals with the world of matchmakers. Give me a sound bite...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Between the Lines With Susan Elizabeth Phillips | 8/26/2005 | See Source »

GIVE THEM A REASON TO BITE The 2006 X-Rap lures are the latest from Rapala, a Vaaksy, Finland--based firm. The translucent bodies' holographic foil will dazzle your prey, and the scalelike detail is beneath a transparent skin, so it won't wear away. The $14 model, top, works best for bigger game, such as grouper...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sports: Fishing With Flair | 8/14/2005 | See Source »

...were refused entry, I bade farewell to the Heineken vending machines and ceramic cows peppering Monte Carlo and accepted the hand of Owen, our captain, as he heaved me back onto the ship’s deck. We made our way back to Le Port du Crouton, a bite-sized harbor in the French Riviera town of Juan-les-Pins where I was staying for a week. I had taken a far too-short hiatus from the paling lights of Boston’s Brigham and Women’s Hospital (the site of my summer internship) to bathe...

Author: By Rebecca J. R. steinberg, | Title: The Riviera Life | 7/29/2005 | See Source »

Previous | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86 | 87 | 88 | 89 | 90 | 91 | 92 | 93 | 94 | 95 | 96 | 97 | 98 | 99 | 100 | Next