Word: quailed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Drat! It's raining outside. Let's order in. Pizza again? Chinese? Just for a change, my dear, let's try a pate de foie de canard, an oyster salad, quail with grapes and, oh, let's be daring, a tarte aux framboises...
...clothing, tools, weaponry and a reproduction of a 41-star American flag that was never mass-produced. Reason: more states were already slated for admission the next year. A banquet menu indicates that the framers of the state constitution dined on the likes of green-turtle soup and broiled quail...
...chefs have shown more culinary flair than Rosenzweig. Among her classic dishes: chimney-smoked lobster glossed with tarragon butter and buttressed against a crisp cake of threadlike Chinese noodles; roast quail with rhubarb bedded down on dandelion greens; and homespun corn cakes topped with caviar and creme fraiche. Similarly, Joyce Goldstein, chef-owner of the stylish Square One in San Francisco, creates an aura of flavor unity on a menu that may offer crusty Italian bread, Russian mushroom soup, pungent Korean steak and a very American spiced persimmon pudding...
...that they had an unreal "American look." But she enjoyed the rest of her meal so much that she vowed to return because the restaurant "deserved to be called French." The splendid menu at the Culinary School of Kendall College in Evanston, Ill., which serves specialties like roast quail stuffed with duck sausage and hazelnuts, receives raves from Stewart Koppel, a retired businessman, who drives three hours round trip with his wife Sadelle for dinner. Says he: "We keep coming back because the food is so good, and we get a kick out of the kids...
...other people, I am a Small White Hunter. - Which means that, two or three times a year, one scrambles into one's brush pants and jacket, pulls on a pair of snake boots and goes ambling off on a sedate horse with friends and dogs in pursuit of quail in a pine forest in southern Georgia. Or spends cold predawn hours in a punt on Long Island Sound, or a damp blind on a California marsh, waiting for the gray light to spread and the ducks to come arrowing...