Word: oven
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...slapped the sad limp meringue on the ice cream and hardly had time to consider that putting a large round mold into a small square oven would not fail to take its toll on the dessert's overall proportions. We closed the door and prepared to wait out the three minutes at 450, but after about thirty seconds our Mr. Wizard-like curiosity overwhelmed us: ice cream in the oven? We flipped the oven door open nervously and found the meringue slipping slowly down around the knees of the melting mold. Out of the oven; onto the platter; half-eggshell...
...Julia Child cookbook is like few others. Most recipes are accompanied by chatty scientific explanations of what's going on inside the food: "Because French bread stands free in the oven and is not baked in a pan, it has to be formed in such a way that the tension of the coagulated gluten cloak [coagulated gluten cloak!] on the surface will hold the dough in shape." And take her treatment of lobsters. She tells you how to determine their sex (the last pair of swimmerets on the male are hard, pointed, and hairless). She tells you how to kill...
...rock group from Paris. "I admit that the turnstiles ultimately made the club a sort of prison," said Gilbert Bas, 26, a co-owner of the Cinq-Sept, "but we had to keep out the gate-crashers." By locking the doors, the owners created a cinder-block oven...
...oven was apparently ignited when a youth dropped a match on a foam-rubber chair. Flames quickly licked up the grottoes and spread to the ceiling. In a matter of moments, molten sheets of plastic dripped down on the crowd, setting tables, chairs and clothing on fire. Only three men-the club's co-owners -had keys to the emergency exits, and two of them died in the flames. Because there was no telephone, Bas ran to his car to notify the fire department instead of opening the doors. Twenty patrons escaped by leaping over the club...
...spicy meatball!" Trouble is, every take is fouled up: Jack blows his lines, forgets his Italian accent. At one point a fiery meatball scorches the roof of his mouth and all he can do is gasp. Enter Alka-Seltzer. Finally, after a perfect take, the prop oven door falls off, and the tired director sighs, "Cut. O.K. Let's break for lunch." It may not be Pirandello, but the effect does depend on taking the viewer across the TV "proscenium" into the studio...