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...worst moments come when I’ve just come back for the day and am salivating about the idea of dinner in any form, even if it is nuked Chef Boyardee. I’ve got to cook and prepare it myself, with Leverett Dining Hall in plain sight, a constant reminder of how food in the dining hall is instantly accessible at meal time—none of this rapid-defrost-in-the-toaster or waiting-for-water-to-boil nonsense...

Author: By Nicole B. Usher, | Title: POSTCARD FROM CAMBRIDGE: Salivating for a Salad Bar | 6/29/2001 | See Source »

...well. By distilling our musical memories into something unmistakably - and compellingly - modern, Air has made the 21st century look a very attractive place to be. You'll never have heard anything remotely like it, but then it's not every day you come across what the French call a chef d'oeuvre...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Baroque 'n' Roll | 6/18/2001 | See Source »

Wearing a red ?ever Surrender?union t-shirt, the Adams House chef filed into the sumptuous, wood-paneled Faculty Club?ormally the domain of Harvard? most privileged?or the inaugural meeting of a committee born out of the 21-day occupation of Massachusetts Hall by members of the Progressive Student Labor Movement (PSLM...

Author: By Daniela J. Lamas, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: University Makes Sense of Living Wage Figure | 6/7/2001 | See Source »

...night, it was April I believe, we were surprised by a late snowstorm, and when I couldn’t find my gum to go back on after Intermission, a fellow cast member (the Chef in the play) beckoned me outside, and there he’d built me a snow bunny, with a wad of pink bubble gum for a nose...

Author: By The CLASS Of, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: In Their Own Words | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...night, it was April I believe, we were surprised by a late snowstorm, and when I couldn’t find my gum to go back on after Intermission, a fellow cast member (the Chef in the play) beckoned me outside, and there he’d built me a snow bunny, with a wad of pink bubble gum for a nose...

Author: By Amy J. Handelsman, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Life Comes Without a Script | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

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