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Alarms over these fiber-poor diets began sounding almost a decade ago. In 1969, Surgeon-Captain Thomas Cleave of Britain's Royal Navy wrote a scathing indictment blaming the increased consumption of sugar and other refined carbohydrates (like bleached flour) for a host of diseases, from diabetes and diverticulosis to varicose veins and possibly colon cancer. British Surgeon Denis P. Burkitt followed with a recommendation for dwellers in developed countries to increase their fiber consumption toward the almost 1 oz. per day consumed by Africans he studied. Some eminent nutritionists have protested that the Britons' claims were gross...
Bring to a boil, remove from stove and add: 2 cups flour, ½ tsp. baking powder, 1 tsp. baking soda sifted together. Beat to mix well...
...door slammed, and it was Reed Camfort, his roommate. Camfort strode purposely into the room, his L.L. Bean hiking boots crushing errant tablets into flour, grinding them into the carpet, leaving white spots. He walked over to the stereo, picked out a disk, set it down on the turntable and flipped switched. "The Best of the Best of Merle Haggard" flowed through the air. Reed had put the stylus down on "Mama Tried." The volume was set on seven...
...political way started calling her by the nickname Erh Kan-tzu, literally Two Stalks, because her legs were skinny and she strutted about on them in brave style. She had lost weight because she was subsisting on very little, eating almost nothing, just two shao-ping (wheat-flour pancakes common to North China) a day. And she cut corners in other ways. Why was she so concerned about saving money? "To pay off Li Ta-chang!" she responded brightly, refusing to elaborate, but implying that for her at least there was a price on Party membership...
...letters and notebooks. They contain their share of Twainian "stretchers," or exaggerations. From the gold camps of the West he wrote: "I have had my whiskers and moustaches as full of alkali dust that you'd have thought I worked in a starch factory and boarded in a flour barrel." Twain might have been less than joyous about the whole affair; he once said that "all private letters of mine make my flesh creep when I see them again after a lapse of years...