Word: spaghettied
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Scratch an Italian, you find a pasta buff. Scratch an Italian expatriate, like Film Producer Dino De Laurentiis, 63 (Serpico, Ragtime), and you find an epicure with the complaint that no one makes pasta like Papa. The son of a spaghetti-factory owner, De Laurentiis last week opened his new $3.5 million, 12,000-sq.-ft. gourmet emporium in Manhattan, the DDL Foodshow. He has filled his showpiece with a 32-ft. counter for cold salads, 20 ft. of charcuterie and 139 chefs, bakers and pastrymakers. De Laurentiis is no stranger to the delights of kitchen duty. "When I cook...
...tycoon and two-term mayor of Naples whose flamboyant generosity brought color and chaos to his adoring city; of a heart attack; in Naples. Having thrice lost and rebuilt a shipping empire, Lauro became mayor in 1952 and ruled with the profligate munificence of a Godfather, distributing banknotes and spaghetti to voters, erecting magnificent fountains, even abolishing traffic lights...
Early during his 1960 presidential campaign, Kennedy came to Cambridge and Vellucci helped the candidates organize a block party and spaghetti dinner. Kennedy ate his spaghetti and then walked around shaking hands, even climbing to the second floor of a few two-family dwellings...
...referendum on Reaganomics. But its election coverage began, while polls were still open across much of the country, with a too cozy report from the White House on the positive signs that Republicans perceived. CBS erred the other way. The hyperkinetic Rather, who had stoked up on spaghetti for energy, seemed infatuated with homey metaphors ("as long as a well rope") and cutesy topical imagery ("E.T., phone home: [New Mexico Senator and Former Astronaut] Jack Schmitt needs help"). Above all, he appeared hell-bent on spotting a Democratic trend. For Republicans, he said, "it certainly doesn't look good...
Seen from an airplane, it looks like a giant scar stretching across the Great Plains and over the horizon. For much of last summer, however, the scene featured countless lengths of steel pipe lying like uncooked spaghetti beside deep ditches. Here and there clusters of yellow machines and men in hard hats or baseball caps could be seen, many of them bare-chested under the hot sun, some working under the shade of umbrellas attached to the pipes...