Word: souped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Macken has told 21 stories, mostly in a brogue as thick as barley soup. A typical one is "The Currach Race"-a currach being the paper-thin, skin and withy rowboat in which Galway fishermen put out into the Atlantic. Colm wants to marry Sorcha, a fisherman's daughter. But the fishermen despise Colm because he is a farmer. Their taunts goad him into taking an oar in a currach race on St. Patrick's Day. He nearly kills himself, but in the end, bless him, they agree he's a great man, and there...
...black tie, he arrived at the Sheraton-Park shortly after 7 p.m., grinned and handshook his way through a reception, sipping at a Scotch-on-the-rocks, then at part of another. His color was ruddy, perhaps higher than usual around the cheekbones. For dinner he skipped the thick soup on the regular menu, had instead a cup of clear consommé, which came more in line with his diet of 1,800 calories a day. He ate a small piece of filet mignon (without the himself displayed at dinner of White House News Photographers Association...
...menagerie, uprooted from its East Prussian winter quarters by a Russian offensive. Each morning the Russians line up at the barn door of their makeshift prison to watch the animal keeper toss scraps of meat to the ravenous lions, then slink back to their own mess tins of watery soup. Some new prisoners bring with them a cache of cigars-and the idea of bribing the keeper for the animals' rations. Soon the prisoners are eating not only the lions' meat but, somewhat guiltily, the peaceable bears' bread. Local German police officers get wind of the deal...
...wife proved to be an almost pathological stinge. Milt was a low-born lunk who still crossed his knife and fork on the plate when he finished his dinner, but his wife was the sort of girl who lusted after little French restaurants, where the soup tastes "like a prism," and she was always happy to tell him what Whistler had said to Oscar Wilde. She teased his tastes ("Does it want wose-colored silk shades on the . . . wamps?"), and she caught him up briskly when he lapsed into vulgar speech...
...rare moments of freedom from the strict regimen come, strangely, at the table. Breakfast-eaten usually in state-subsidized clubs or officers' messes-is a souped-up repast of coffee, rolls and hefty portions of eggs and ham. Lunch provides plenty of soup, meat and vegetables, topped off with the sweet desserts, e.g., palaczinta, so popular in Hungary. Suppers are generally light, but no one frowns on wines or beer. "We don't like our athletes to be ascetic," says Sir. "It doesn't go with the Hungarian character...