Word: dollops
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Alas, imagine my horror at learning that Winthrop, our last bastion of free and uninhibited dining, is no longer an open house. Another door closed in a first-year face. Another single tear. Another watery glass of cranberry juice and dollop of sandy low-fat cream cheese. Another chickwich. And another. And another...
...homework due each Friday and a mix of other assignments to be turned in at the end of each month. I quickly began to ponder one tough math problem: If we get home from work at 6 p.m., and we set aside time for piano practice, dinner, bath, a dollop of casual chitchat and all that homework, how do we get our daughter to bed by 8 p.m. for a good night's sleep? Answer: It can't be done...
Some people spread it on lightly buttered toast as a holiday treat. Others wrap it in blinis with a dollop of sour cream. But purists insist that the best way to eat beluga caviar is straight off a golden or ivory spoon, followed by a shot of vodka or a sip of ice-cold champagne. For those who can afford to shell out $450 for a 125-gram tin, these precious salted sturgeon eggs are a taste of the true Western high life?a chance to indulge like the Russian czars and czarinas, who feasted regularly on fine caviar...
Some people spread it on lightly buttered toast as a holiday treat. Others wrap it in blinis with a dollop of sour cream. But purists insist that the best way to eat beluga caviar is straight off the spoon, followed by a shot of vodka or a sip of ice-cold champagne. For those who can afford to shell out $100 or more an ounce, these precious salted sturgeon eggs are a taste of what life was like for the Russian czars and czarinas who feasted regularly on fine caviar...
...breast is just a smidgen too toothy and dried out, but the candied leg proves to be a seductive, swirling mouthful of fat and flesh, judiciously flavored. The other is a reckless cross-cultural misadventure ($23). The grilled swordfish is crumbly and again drained of moisture, with a peripheral dollop of mysterious root vegetable looking sheepish and impertinent. It comes with crab-stuffed flautas (crispy rolled tortillas) whose flavor is completely dominated by the pastry. I must confess a personal aversion to Mexican food (oh the traumas of refried—and refried again—beans, mulchy salsas...