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Word: scald (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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When the birds reach market weight, Jewell sends a truck to get them-and to deliver more baby birds. At his processing plant in Gainesville it takes only 60 minutes to bleed, scald, pluck and eviscerate, separate the birds into parts. Once separated into bins, the parts are put back together, without regard to which bird they came from originally, to make a package of standard weight. He processes 50,000 birds a day, has his own trucks distributing them all over the South and the Midwest, and as far as San Francisco, from where many are shipped frozen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AGRICULTURE: The Pushbutton Cornucopia | 3/9/1959 | See Source »

Arkansas, part delta and part mountain, part magnolia and part moonshine, where a horse is a "critter" and a heifer is a "cow brute," is given to such place names as Loafer's Glory, Bug Tussle, Hell for Sartain, Hog Scald, Nellie's Apron-and, perhaps most remote of them all, Greasy Creek in the Ozark forests of the northwest, where Orval Faubus was born 47 years ago in a candlelighted cabin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE SOUTH: What Orval Hath Wrought | 9/23/1957 | See Source »

...life had a simple line. At 13, he left school for the kitchen of his uncle's restaurant in Nice. He learned the hard way, but fast-uninterrupted even by the Franco-Prussian War, when, as an army chef, he learned how to cook a horse (scald the meat and cool before cooking, to kill the bitter taste). After the war he perfected his style and fatefully met Hotelman Cesar Ritz. At Ritz-managed hotels (Monte Carlo's Grand, London's Savoy and Carlton, Paris' Ritz), Escoffier cooked his way to fame...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: King of Chefs | 7/4/1955 | See Source »

...turn the corner of prayer and burn In a blessing of the sudden Sun. In the name of the damned I would turn back and run To the hidden land But the loud sun Christens down The sky. I Am found. O let him Scald me and drown Me in his world's wound. His lightning answers my Cry. My voice burns in his hand. Now I am lost in the blinding One. The sun roars at the prayer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A DYLAN THOMAS SAMPLER | 4/6/1953 | See Source »

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