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...culinary front in the past,” Eisele says. “Not a lot of people in the U.S. would picture beer as being the perfect complement to a meal.”The course focused on the physiological response when food is introduced into the mouth.“As an Englishman,” Berry says, “I’m partial to my beer.”Calling the course a “joint exploration,” Berry says he found the material fascinating, particularly as this was his first experience...
...stomp on it” should it reawaken. What exactly this ‘stomping’ might constitute remains unclear, but we can only assume that hundreds of Mansfield’s colleagues have ‘disappeared’ when they wouldn’t keep their mouth shut about the proletariat.At any rate, current students seem to have forfeited Marx and Engels to an even greater degree than their instructors. When, in 1953, Crimson editors got hold of the Ibis that sits atop a certain semi-secret Sorrento Square organization that used to occasionally publish a humor...
...glasses of wine. With her bleached hair and fearsome tan, one dancer looked more “Girls Gone Wild” than Givenchy. Her partner was shimmying in his shiny shoes, but she only stumbled in a circle as he twirled her around. When he dipped her, her mouth gaped open in a smile. But slowly the jazz worked its magic. The couple fell into step, the fringe on her dress swishing to the tempo. Soon they were both spinning confidently, grinning as they raised their hands and wiggled their fingers. Jazz hands! Jazz hands! They were barely being...
...from Waynesburg who attended an Obama town-hall meeting near Pittsburgh. "We like our faith and our guns. I went to church when things were bad, and I went out and I hunted for my family food, where I didn't know whether to put the gun in my mouth or to shoot an animal. So, yeah, he was right on the money. And was I bitter, and am I bitter? Hell...
...relaxed her taut body just a little, she would touch him. “As you wish, Viscountess,” he said. “I mean not to boast of my prowess, but I am an excellent rider.”Felicity’s mouth went dry. She wagered he was. She asked: “Tell me, will it be hard?”He barely smiled at her this time, just gazed at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, Viscountess,” he said. “It will be very...