Word: gourmet
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Lewis may strike it rich with his latest gourmet grotesquerie: lollipops flavored with jalapeño peppers. So far, he has sold 5 million of them, at a nickel a pop. Oilman J.W. Bowen of Odessa, Texas, gave away 4,000 of the suckers at a convention. "It was a gimmick that really worked," says Bowen. Chevron Chemical Co. has ordered 1 million, with advertising slogans printed on the wrappers. Lewis already has plans to expand-into jalapeño ice cream this spring...
...alone without crumbling," she says. "More men are living alone and not crumbling. A woman can entertain marvelously and tend the bar and make just as good drinks as when she had a husband making the drinks. And a man can get out in the kitchen and do a gourmet dinner that will impress anybody...
...subject seems beyond the interest or knowledge of Berton Roueché. An amateur gourmet, he writes lovingly of bananas, "the humblest fruit," but with their comprehensive range of minerals and protective germ-battling skin, a near perfect food. He delves into history to recount the tale of garlic (the early Greeks and Israelites learned about it from the Egyptians). He waxes more poetic about apples, rejecting the notion that this was the fruit forbidden to Adam and Eve. "The apple-the apple I know, the apple of country cider and the autumn roadside bushel-would be out of character...
...Rosalinda's Eyes," in contrast, is probably the album's most interesting musical conglomeration. Tying together a bouncy Latin percussion section with a smooth nylon string guitar part and an innovative soprano recorder solo, Joel cooks up a tonal recipe that would delight even the gourmet. But the song of the "crazy Latin" never fulfills the mood, wandering off into ineffective rhyme. With a cute Fender Rhodes carrying the tune, there are reminders of "James," but none of its lyric depth...
...people who cooked up this thrill-less thriller are not entirely incompetent: they have brought Robert Morley back to the screen. In the role of a haughty gourmet-magazine editor, Morley puts on a hilarious show: He pats his gargantuan stomach as lovingly as a child might fondle a stuffed Teddy bear. He raises his bushy eyebrows so high that one expects them to graze the ceiling. He turns the mere act of getting up from lunch into a dainty comic ballet. Ordered by his doctor to lose weight-half his weight-Morley adamantly refuses. "I have eaten...