Word: creams
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...valued primarily by chefs for its color, even though the beet's earthy flavor is anathema to many customers. In some places beets can't be given away, according to one chef in Dallas. However, they are glossing (and hopelessly muffling) ingredients such as lobster and ice cream at Rakel, and are adding heft to rabbit salad and halibut at Bouley, both in New York City...
Young contestants on the game show Double Dare compete for prizes by tossing clumps of mashed potatoes at one another, rummaging through huge pizzas and plunging down a sundae slide into a vat of whipped cream. Underage comics on You Can't Do That on Television assault one another with gag lines rather than food, but get drenched with a bucket of green slime every time they utter the phrase "I don't know." The action on Kids' Court is only slightly more decorous. On one show a youngster stood accused of taking his brother's water pistol and hiding...
...with a wall of homemade preserves behind her and old-fashioned baskets above, Martha Stewart is right where she belongs -- in her big country kitchen. She is spinning sugar, a complex task that will result in a haze of edible angel hair adorning a dessert of red currant ice cream in brandy-snap cups. As she slings the liquid sugar onto a laundry rack with a flick of her whisk, Stewart effortlessly alternates advice ("The hot sugar can get stuck in your cats' fur. Keep them out of the room") and anecdotes ("I forgot to buy regular squares of beeswax...
...first, Entertaining, in 1982, but she has also become at 47 the guru of good taste (and taste buds) in American entertaining, looked to by millions of American women for guidance about everything from weddings to weeding. From her beginnings as a Westport, Conn., caterer, she has risen like cream, until she now supplies her expertise through a newsletter, videos, seminars and lectures. Says Stewart: "I leave a lecture with 800 or 900 new friends -- I consider them my friends -- who will buy all my books, write to me and come to my seminars...
Just a minute . . . (Room service has arrived with lox, bagel and cream cheese. Don't look at the bill, just sign it.) Um, yes. Beer in the fridge. The stereo is playing. It is easy to forget that this ocean liner is beached in New York City. Or that it is beached at all; a curious rocking motion has commenced...