Word: spicing
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...Krakatoa, Winchester has found not only a rich subject but also an able collaborator. This is an island that knew how to build tension. European spice traders fought over the Indonesian archipelago for centuries. The Dutch (mostly) came out on top, and the islands' riches gave rise to the world's first joint-stock company and the world's first corporate logo. Winchester deftly evokes the sleepy rhythms of 19th century colonial life--the hotel bars, the town gossip, a runaway elephant--which go on even as volcanic tremors begin knocking plates off tables, shrouding ships in ash and making...
...roommates say I dress too conservatively when we go out. I want to spice up my wardrobe, but I m not sure what to do. I don t want to look like a total slut, but I also want more attention from guys. Advice...
...summertime, Gilmore loves to bake pies, especially when the fruit is fresh. He also has an affinity for ethnic foods. He will often add cumin and coriander to a pastry to “spice...
COWBOY BEBOP. This anime entertainment from Japan has marked time alongside The Powerpuff Girls on the Cartoon Network, but otherwise the two series don’t have much in common. Cowboy Bebop’s celluloid incarnation avoids Powerpuff’s sugar-and-spice conceit in favor of a complex plot involving Martians, killer macadamia nuts and pharmaceutical corporations. The film borrows copiously from a range of niche genres—action, romance, western and sci-fi, among others. It’s a shame that it isn’t a musical, too (“Bebop?...
...feel that your dishes are lacking in originality and embellishment. Your culinary lassitude is deplorable. My palate must needs [sic] seasoning! Too long have I been forced to lamely gum down your pasta-jelly like some dyspeptic retirement cronie. I need not enemas, I need spice! Are we not good enough to taste the smart bite of but a little peprika? Is cumin too high, nay, too noble for us to delect? Where is oregano, with her gentle paws, lingering like flapdashes upon my breast (of chicken)? Oh heaven, why must my salad go alone and plain into the cold...