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...touch it! Clear the building!" But it's too late. Just as the pudgy fireman who drives the rear end of the big red Cambridge fire truck trundles in, it detonates. Out pop two slightly warm, moderately dehydrated slices of cinnamon raisin...

Author: By Barne C. Ellis, | Title: Charred Mornings | 11/6/1985 | See Source »

...charms the eye with color, Robuchon lights up the palate with seasonings. His best dish, canette rosee (roasted and then braised duckling) is spiced with a Chinese-style dip of salt, star anise, cinnamon, ginger, coriander and nutmeg. Other revelations in flavor contrasts were the diced kidneys and sweetbreads sauteed with earthy mushrooms and the high-styled version of tete de cochon (pig's head), here with the meat boned, diced and pungent with parsley, shallots, ginger, coriander and lemon. The accompanying mashed potatoes have inspired critics to wax eloquent...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Food: Moderne Is Newer Than Nouvelle | 9/16/1985 | See Source »

...Coke seems to retain the essential character of the original version in that it, too, imparts faint cocoa-cinnamon overtones and has a balanced, smooth body with no sharpness or overpowering flavor. However, it is sweeter than the original formula and also has a body that could best be described as lighter. It tastes a little like classic Coca-Cola that has been diluted by melting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Matters of Taste | 5/6/1985 | See Source »

...puff of air." The hunters themselves have a more evocative term-they call it "maple leafing," a lovely image. To boot, the very names of the birds roll off the tongue like a song: pintails, canvasbacks, eiders and green-headed mallards, snow geese, marsh wrens, white-winged scoters and cinnamon teal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Maryland: Fowl Festival | 12/3/1984 | See Source »

...remainder of the tour covered everything from a fancy Hungarian restaurant to a pizza parlor, where we were joined by others. It culminated outside a donut shop where Joseph tossed out donuts onto the pavement in case I was hungry, dryly calling out the flavors: "Coconut...cinnamon...jelly..." Over the next few weeks I often went along on Joseph's lonely hunts. I never ate anything, but Joseph appreciated the company...

Author: By Naomi L. Pierce, | Title: Out on His Own | 3/1/1984 | See Source »

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