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...meets plenty of underemployed weightlifters, and some of the stable ones she ignores. "People don't even realize we do this. They just know they are getting results," said Frind, who compares his strategy to grocery store purchase tracking: diet claim or no, you're still picking up ice cream every week...
...with more savagery. The execution, as I see it, was an act more of revenge and hatred than of real justice. The U.S. can't repair the historical errors of the partitioning of Middle Eastern countries by choosing who should rule them now. We Westerners are not the moral cream of the crop, and our arrogant meddling will only bring more turmoil, particularly in this sensitive region...
...time the competition starts on Jan. 23, Kaysen will have cooked his way through hundreds of pounds of butter and cream, poultry, fish and vegetables. He will also have spent more than $150,000 on equipment like custom-made serving platters and a $22,000 combination steamer--convection oven he will use in the kitchen stadium where the competition takes place, coaches to help him refine his routine and several trips to France to charm the best purveyors of meat, fish and produce so that he will get the quality he needs when he goes to buy ingredients...
...coffee" consisted of hot water poured onto a spoonful of instant Nescafe. It tasted like dishwater. If you were adventurous, you mixed the instant with boiling milk, which gave you, let's see, instant-coffee-flavored milk. To accompany this beverage, you could have the following: a custard cream, which was a sort of sandwich cookie with some smegma-like yellow goo between its baked bits; a wafer with some raisins stuck in it, known in our family as "squashed fly biscuits" but more properly called Garibaldi biscuits (though God knows what the hero of the Risorgimento...
...invitation had gone out to TIME's publisher, who to his deep regret had been unable to go, leaving me to be drafted in his place. That's how I found myself in the hangar-sized Peacock Room of Tokyo's opulent Imperial Hotel, rubbing shoulders with the cream of Japan's corporate class. These were men - they were almost all men - who control companies worth billions of dollars. I control a checkbook that sometimes has a positive balance, making me something of an impostor at an event to which Japanese executives jostle to earn an invitation...