Word: meats
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Willie, played by John Furie who looks like a slurp personified, is utterly self-absorbed. Saturated in American comforts (like TV dinners: "this is the way we cat in America. I got my meat, I got my potatoes, I got my vegetable and my desert. And I don't even gotta do the dishes.") Barely fighting the law of inertia, he always seems earnestly preoccupied with doing absolutely nothing. Eddie, Willie's sidekick, is defined by his lack of a personality. He capitulates to whomever speaks the loudest (usually gravel-voiced Willie) and even looks like a watercolor version...
Dedicated to basic cooking for beginners, it proves that the simple need not be banal. Typical of his techniques is the use of flavorful herb and spice butters to accent carefully broiled fish and meat. Characteristically, he placed as much importance on a properly cooked and seasoned hamburger as on a delicate blanquette de veau. He practically invented the position of food consultant, advising restaurant owners on their menus and food manufacturers on their products. It was for this consulting role that he was occasionally criticized, especially when the products and menus he endorsed or created were lauded...
...next stop, a woman named Frances Wisner, a south Texas telephone operator who settled on the river in 1940, sat waiting with her German shepherd under a lean-to. She wore more layers than a high-society wedding cake. She gave Ray Arnold a meat-loaf sandwich, a cup of steaming coffee and a piece of her mind. She said it might help the federal deficit if they placed higher taxes on every soft drink but Coca-Cola, which she drinks, and every candy bar but Milky Way, which she favors. Around them, gathering dusk turned...
...upbeat," he explains, "and that affected everyone." Ueberroth himself had a few scares. One night four men carrying sawed-off | shotguns leaped over the security fence around his house but were caught; their objective was never clear. On another occasion two of Ueberroth's dogs died from poisoned meat thrown onto his lawn. But basically, for the man of control, everything worked. Called to the platform at the close of the Games, Ueberroth received a prolonged, roaring ovation from the crowd of 93,000--and felt his eyes fill up and his head take a most unaccustomed spin...
Their paint was like no one else's. Coat after coat was laboriously scraped back with the edge of a meat cleaver and then scumbled again until it looked weirdly provisional, a thin caking of color in the pores of the canvas. The works were gripping yet strangely distant, scratchily insistent rather than speechifying, and their scale was utterly convincing...