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...standing in the kitchen about to prepare a healthy, satisfying dinner for your spouse, your two school-age children and yourself. As usual, all they want to know is "What's for dinner?" and "When do we eat?" You dump a box of thin spaghetti into a pot of boiling water, zap 3 cups of green beans in the microwave, pop a loaf of frozen garlic bread into the toaster oven and pour a medium-size jar of marinara sauce into a saucepan to simmer. While all that's bubbling, you chop up half a head of iceberg lettuce...
...Harvard Memories: After being gung-ho Harvard since birth, Rory ultimately decides to stay closer to home and attend Yale. Putz!Rory’s mother on Yale: “Sweetie, have you ever been to New Haven? . . .Take a look at the coffee pot tomorrow before I clean it: that’s New Haven...
Indeed, anyone can feel like royalty when they order any one of the café’s delicious hot teas, which are available by the pot ($6) and are served in porcelain teapots with silver strainers. Some of the suggested flavors include Bouddah Bleu, Bourbon and Karmel. For a main dish, try the grilled chicken breast with asparagus and wild mushroom salad ($21) or the grilled focaccia with grilled portobello mushroom, roasted pepper and goat cheese ($19)—both are light and flavorful. The raspberry and pistachio napoleon with amaretto cream ($12) is the perfect ending...
...particularly when it comes to chile peppers. The spiciness in food is measured in Scoville units. A typical fast-food taco may reach 150 on the Scoville scale. IFF flavorists have developed chile essences that climb to 1 million. One drop, the scientists boast, can heat a giant pot--perfect when you're marketing to an audience unafraid of taste...
...walk into her now empty kitchen—remembering her whizzing around, tirelessly creating culinary masterpieces from yesterday’s scraps, while carrying on endless conversations about anything and everything. I clutch the pot holder I crocheted for her in the second grade, which she kept in a place of honor. It’s nearly five in the morning, and no one has gone to sleep. My grandfather, pacing, stops and sees me. He gives me a shaky hug and tells me to rest in the last bed not occupied by my parents, brother and aunt...