Word: colored
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...made pizza dough, crisped in the oven before the toppings are added, toppings that can add up to a naughty-sounding cheeseburger pizza or a light one with fresh vegetables. Watne is a solid 44-year-old of Norwegian heritage, a father of three with closely cropped hair the color of khakis accidentally laundered with a red T shirt. An agriculture expert at the Farmers Union, Watne knows milling so well he can tell you how pizza dough will turn out differently if it's made from bread flour vs. all-purpose flour vs. pizza flour, which I didn...
...Applebee's bar to be a ripoff. When I asked Cory, my bartender, for a margarita, he said proudly, "We have several!" (Everything said by Applebee's employees is uttered with unnecessary volume and transparently coached enthusiasm.) Cory then presented a huge drinks menu that is the effervescent color and style of a toddler's book. Four margaritas were listed, all containing "Applebee's signature margarita...
...merely defend the idea of a natural golf course, adapting its color to the time of year," says López. "Logically these fields will be yellow and brown during summer and autumn. Only in spring will it be totally green." Overlooking his bone-dry club, dotted with almond trees, he adds: "Let's just say we're going back to the origins of golf. Natural surroundings, just like the conditions and design of the course...
...Wide awake now, I thought about Roger. I saw a handsome, husky guy smiling with his confident, slightly superior mien, strolling around the small, rich town of my boyhood. I heard his low hearty laugh, remembered his cutting, just off-color humor. Then that limbic system-memory link kicked in - the thing that brings you right back to your kindergarten classroom when you get a whiff of a crayon. I smelled Roger: Chivas Regal. I called my nurse back. This was always an order that always made them nervous. "Two ounces spiritus vini vitis," I said, referring to the pharmacy...
...stuff came in as regularly as the mail. Every year or so my father would get a bottle of something and show it all around with a final pronunciation. "Now this is the good stuff," he would declare, deducing by this or that mark on the label, its color, or somebody important he'd seen drinking it, "just taste this. I can really see why people like it." So he'd collect himself against the burn and take a sip. I'd take a sip, my mother would take a sip and the glass would sit on the table...