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...eaten more hamburgers than any other food, and I still don't get it. It's a hot ground-beef sandwich--and ground beef just isn't all that great. There isn't a meat loaf restaurant every two blocks. The world hasn't embraced fast-food meatball chains. Yet people crave hamburgers. And many of the nation's top chefs are devoting themselves to cooking them...
...Republicans Meanwhile, Mitt Romney's plans to shortcut the Republican nomination were based on hard cash, not heartstrings. Instead of challenging his party's old notions, he conformed to them as closely as a loaf of bread conforms to its pan. But he learned in these tumultuous five days that democracy is more than weighing wallets and poll-testing positions, no matter what your consultants might tell...
...ensuring cheap food is not the real goal of the system. Farmers rightfully complain that they don't set food prices; they only receive a few pennies from the sale of every loaf of bread or box of cornflakes. When commodities are cheap, the main beneficiaries are well-heeled grain -and-livestock processors like Cargill, Tyson and Archer Daniels Midland. No, the real goal has always been to protect farmers from the vagaries of the weather and the market. Farming is indeed a risky business--most businesses are risky businesses--and farm policies have tried to reduce that risk...
...master's daughter visited with the first grandchild. I thought I was "top dog" since the kids moved out of the house, but now I am close to being an entrée in an exotic restaurant. Since this new arrival seems to eat constantly, I thought eating a loaf of bread and all the bagels might be endearing, but no. Chewing up the breast pump didn't go over well either. My only hope is to lay low for the next few days and then flatter the alpha male with my usual enthusiasm...
...version of fine cuisine consisted in a second dinner. By “second dinner†I mean that one of the housemates had bought a loaf of French bread and left half of it out on the counter until it had hardened to a level where any reasonable person would throw it away. Naturally, I swooped in to keep good food from being wasted, warmed it in the oven, and proceeded to devour it with poverty’s best companion, peanut butter. This tasteless, crumbly bonus meal gave me such a sense of satisfaction that the bread?...