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...knew it had begun. I do not mean the official campaign paraphernalia. I'm talking about the wares hawked here in Harlem, the black tees sold in sizes up to 5XL, with Barack Obama's head slightly out of proportion. I bought mine on Lenox and 125th--a mustard number with Martin Luther King Jr. and Obama juxtaposed underneath the words ALPHA and OMEGA. That's when I smelled the air and understood that Obama was running not simply to be President but also to be the next head chiseled on the face of the imaginary black Mount Rushmore. That...
...traced the musculature of his arm, the delicately shadowed length of him.From a netherworld, the curator said: “Touching is not permitted.”The spell was pierced. Felicity whirled about, a snarl distorting her pretty face. “I shall touch! Oh, my little mustard seed!” she cried.The floodgates opened.A summer monsoon wracked her body.She collapsed into Ollie’s gleeful arms...
...visit to a NASCAR track, the reading in the kindergarten classroom)3.” Obama has, he suggests, never felt the need to prove he’s your typical all-American Joe: he’s proud of the fact that he is comfortable asking for Dijon mustard while campaign advisors suggest he take the regular yellow kind. But he also realizes, as much as anyone, that he needs to appear a certain way to win votes—that is, not as the former president of the Harvard Law Review.The irony is that the true American story...
...DeSantis had her bun at Kirkland, where Tan, who ate only the chickwich, gained an early lead. But DeSantis remained calm and posed instinctively for a picture as she gloriously swung open the door to Eliot. At Eliot, DeSantis flavored her chickwich with a mixture of mustard and ketchup. “They’re good!” she remarked. The chickwich, which resembles a giant flattened chicken nugget, looked devilishly appealing. But not for long.Also at Eliot, with the home-court advantage, Tan decided to tackle her single bun requirement. “I think bun expands...
...Audacity of Hope, Barack Obama tells an amusing story about his first tour through downstate Illinois, when he had the audacity to order Dijon mustard on his cheeseburger at a TGI Friday's. His political aide hastily informed the waitress that Obama didn't want Dijon at all, and thrust a yellow bottle of ordinary-American heartland-values mustard at him instead. The perplexed waitress informed Obama that she had Dijon if he wanted. He smiled and said thanks. "As the waitress walked away, I leaned over and whispered that I didn't think there were any photographers around," Obama...