Word: dessert
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Slicing a red pepper into thin, elegant pieces, Harvey C. Mansfield '49 sips a glass of red wine a la Julia Child. "I have never made cupcakes before," he said, responding to a suggestion that they be served for dessert. "I once did baking powder biscuits." As a junior high schooler, Mansfield took Home Economics. "They taught us how to sew on a button," he recalls painfully. "This might be quite useful...for a man without a wife...
...feels like a roast beef sandwich at midnight, he hesitates not to consume the 350 calories, but only to spend the $3.50. He has never distracted himself in class by adding up the day's calories, and he's never spent two or 15 or 100 minutes regretting his dessert--feeling with a visceral certainty that belies all nutritional science that the second peanut butter cookie has gone directly and instantaneously to his thighs...
...might've asked, and that's a pretty miserable fact if you think about it. We go to the dining hall and watch girl after girl load up her tray with salad, while boys fill one plate with pasta and one with chicken fingers and save room for dessert. We consider both trays appropriate and normal...
...start to feel a deep-seeded need to take a hay ride, to sit on cold metal stands at a high school football game, or to pick some apples, bring them home and have Mom's homemade pie for dessert. Maybe there's time to jump in a pile of leaves or two, and then I'll spend the rest of the day picking them off my dirty flannel shirt. At night, I'd like nothing better than to throw some logs on the fire, turn on a football game and sit back with The New York Times...
...funny some of the gags in the new episodes might be, they can't compare to the kind of show in which Marge once reassured Homer after Mr. Burns threatened to destroy all of his dreams by saying: "Homer, when a man's biggest dreams include seconds on dessert, occasional snuggling and sleeping in till noon on weekends, no one man can destroy them...