Word: slicing
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...master's hand. The Afghan penchant for competition and (though few will admit it) gambling means that almost anything offers opportunity for a fight and a punt, from dogs to cocks, quail, sheep, boiled eggs and, yes, even kites. The object of this cruel ballet is to slice your opponents' string with yours, sending the vanquished tissue-paper jewel spiraling to the streets below. Packs of boys too poor to buy their own kites race for the downed warcraft so that they too can enter the fray. They are the kite runners...
...dermannagatan 21, tel: (46-8) 643 60 80; www.grandpa.se. The rustic boutique flogs a curious mix of wares - from his-and-hers outfits and handmade soap to board games and manicure sets - as well as '60s and '70s furniture. If you're feeling peckish and fancy buying a slice of carrot cake or a coffee - as well as your plate and mug - pop into the modish Café String, Nytorgsgatan 38, tel: (46-8) 714 85 14; www.cafestring.com, where absolutely everything is for sale. Are the streets feeling too chilled? At Beyond Retro, Asögatan...
...goal as an unending battle: “We do want more, and when it becomes more, we shall still want more. And we shall never cease to demand more.” Unfortunately, the end result is that as unions grab for an ever greater slice of the pie, the pie itself shrinks, leaving only crumbs for consumers, non-union workers, and the unemployed...
Residents of New Quincy experienced a slice of rustic life last Thursday when a pipe burst and some 250 undergraduates were asked not to use running water for more than four hours. Junior and senior Quincyites, many of whom live in the House’s newer and larger building, and the resident tutors received an e-mail from Assistant to the Master Larry J. Peterson shortly before 6 p.m. on Feb. 8. The e-mail, with the subject line “URGENT,” announced “major pipe back-up problems” and urged...
When I opened my package, I couldn't believe how deeply red the meat was. The Japanese call it sakura, which means "cherry blossom," because of the color. I kept waiting to slice it up to serve with goat cheese and crackers and an earthy bottle of Chteauneuf-du-Pape, but my wife Cassandra kept saying she wasn't hungry yet. Cassandra, I was learning, takes her clichs pretty seriously. When she was finally hungry enough to eat a horse, I cut us some thin slices...