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...ensures an abundance of seafood - grouper, monkfish and sea bream are common - while peanuts, millet and cassava are harvested from the central savanna area. Given Morocco's proximity, couscous is almost as widespread as rice - so are baguettes and Dijon mustard, legacies of French colonial rule. Sample this melting pot at Chez Mimi, tel: (221) 823 9788, or Keur Ndeye, tel: (221) 821 4973, both in the capital, Dakar. But if you want something that's all Senegalese, order the national dish of tieboudienne - a spicy fish and tomato rice - and a round of attaya, which is tea with mint...
...heard too many stories recently about dying languages, cultures and traditions. Don’t get me wrong- I like globalization as much as the next world citizen. I understand the many benefits that come from living in a giant melting pot. That said, there is something exciting about the unlikely survival of one ancient language that has managed to outlive centuries of bloody battle, hundreds of years of oppression, and even 15 years of the Internet...
...System. But that could be tricky. Don Pedro belongs to the Turlock and Modesto Irrigation Districts, and those districts (whose rights to water from the Tuolumne River predate San Francisco's) are not eager to allow a large urban area to stick a big straw into the same precious pot...
...response from many Canadians was dismay. One writer, in The Toronto Sun, accused Sir Bob of appearing, “as heavy-handed and self-righteous as the tin-pot dictators against whom he’s fighting.” Another, in a letter to The Toronto Star, bemoaned the pushy knight’s interference: “Let’s have our foreign-aid policy and programs determined by our elected representatives, not wealthy non-Canadian musicians.” And just this week, a columnist for The Vancouver Sun described Geldof...
Maybe it’s an ingrained cautiousness in subways. Maybe it’s the psychological urge to follow the crowd. But more likely, I think, the force that turns us into Lemmings on the train or subway—the melting pot within the melting pot of an American city—is the fear of the unknown. The fear that the invisible dykes that we erect around our lives to give ourselves a sense of security will somehow be perforated if we show our humanity in unfamiliar environs...