Word: peanut
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...other women's matches it could show. As a result, many people are unaware of the good humor with which she conducts her business. Her ferocious style makes it seem like she is "beating up all those innocent young girls," as she wryly puts it. Not so, says Peanut Louie: "It looks like she's having fun playing tennis. Even if you get murdered you don't feel so bad." In short, Navratilova is anything but a diesel truck steaming heedlessly toward immortality...
While available in plain vanilla, Tofutti best masks the aftertaste of its novel ingredient with strident flavors such as banana-pecan and forest maple. In Texas, the bestseller is made by swirling peanut butter and chocolate flavors together into something that tastes like a Reese's Cup. Aficionados swear Tofutti is better than ice cream. Says one: "If you eat it too fast, you even get the headache...
...ball game this year. Everything depends on it," concedes a top Reagan aide. Imagery is fragile. Jimmy Carter seemed refreshingly down-home in his blue jeans and cardigan until inflation rocketed and the Ayatullah Khomeini seized Iran and the hostages; then he looked to many like a peanut farmer in over his head. Reagan cuts a fine figure at ceremonies, but in hard times he might seem much too blithe and out of touch. The Democrats will argue, of course, that hard times are looming, that the big deficit and rising interest rates presage economic disaster. "The fear factor...
...snack's creator, 67-year-old Bruce Brown of Scottsdale, Ariz., introduced the President's Lunch last November in a patriotic-looking red-silver-and-blue wrapper. Besides bee pollen, the ingredients include rolled oats, peanut butter, kelp, sunflower seeds and raisins. Brown predicts health-food fans will be abuzz about the bar this summer, when the 1.3-oz. snack becomes widely available in supermarkets for about...
...crew are married, there is still a sort of bachelor's liberty to it all, and the current vehicle, an FMC, looks like the habitat of tomcats. The seat cushions are misshapen and filthy, the refrigerator contains nothing but beer and soda, the larder has only peanut butter and crackers, but coffee is perpetually on the boil. Kuralt favors the lived-in look: a blue blazer with a burn mark, a rumpled yellow sweater that strains over his stomach, gray flannels worn to slickness. He chain-smokes Pall Malls and eats lunch at hamburger joints...