Word: connoisseuring
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...occupant of the space that the new cupcake shop will fill—has decided to focus its enterprise on its mall locations. “[Cross] never really worked in that location,” said Jillson. Andre N. Davies ’11, a self-proclaimed cupcake connoisseur, has already scoped out Sweet’s competition. In an interview yesterday, he discussed offerings at Kickass Cupcakes, the Harvard dining halls, and Au Bon Pain. “I’m very excited,” he said of Sweet’s opening...
...Eszencia - a sort of super-Tokaj and the color of burnished gold. Because it is produced from naturally running juice (and not pressed juice) it is only available in minute quantities. It also ferments very slowly, due to an exceptionally high concentration of sugars. Presently very much a connoisseur's choice, Eszencia offers a taste of just how sweet life...
...world,” bringing back “true delicacies” that could not be found anywhere in America. Cardullo-Tavilla added that her warmest memories of Cardullo involved “food, food, food.” She said her father was a devoted food connoisseur who always insisted on using the best ingredients. “It was unheard of to have a frozen dinner, to have Wonder bread, or Chips Ahoy cookies,” she said. Cardullo-Tavilla added that Cardullo’s commitment to quality earned her the respect of not only...
...Cupcakes in Davis Square on the day of my last final.Chocolate cupcakes baked in ice cream cones: the cupcakes my blockmates baked for my 21st birthday.Cupcake04: my first ever AOL screen name, based on the brilliance of my fifth-grade mind.I like to think of myself as a cupcake connoisseur. Those childhood delicacies that perk you up with one look at their frosting mound and colorful details. I don’t remember the first time I ate a cupcake as a child (but I can remember how I always ate them—cake bottom first to save...
...everyone I knew to recover the charm missing from Oxford’s “sandwich (n.)”. Suddenly, I was in a world where everyone else was a secret sandwich expert and I would never possibly know enough. My friend from Long Island, a connoisseur of Boston’s roast beef sandwiches, gave me alarmingly detailed accounts of various sandwich shops. Another friend described the “Fat Bitch,” which far and away takes the prize for—I don’t know, something. Originating in a grease truck...