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...veritable backyard supermarket," exults Vietmeyer, who has probably done as much as anyone to drum up the new enthusiasm for the winged bean. "From top to bottom," he explains, "it is all edible. The leaves are like spinach, the stems like asparagus, and you can eat the flowers and the tubers too. And after they are steamed or boiled, the seeds and pods taste like good mushrooms...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Miracle Plant | 4/17/1978 | See Source »

Which brings me to my first point--the pathetic close to the 1977 season has left me with this gnawing feeling in my gut, despite a carefully-planned winter diet of Quincy House rice pilaf and spinach ravioli. You see, the N.L. got wasted...

Author: By John Donley, | Title: Play Ball! Pro Baseball Dusts Off This Week | 4/4/1978 | See Source »

...read while she ate. At last week's party for Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, she pored over The Story of the Gettysburg Address and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator. Her dinner partner, Senator Edmund Muskie, gently interrupted her reading to coax her to eat her spinach timbale. Later, with a flourish, Amy gave Muskie a souvenir-her place card, on which she had inscribed EAT YOUR SPINACH. Perhaps Amy will start a trend. Asked Washington Post Columnist Judith Martin: "If the book was better than the table conversation, which is certainly possible on state occasions...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Mar. 7, 1977 | 3/7/1977 | See Source »

Recombinant franks and beans...spinach that did a socko comic monologue before I swallowed it...spaghetti that twirled itself around my fork like a whirling dervish...And that chopped liver...

Author: By Richard S. Weisman, | Title: One Day At The p-3 Facility... | 2/15/1977 | See Source »

...could feel the room twirling like a dreydl. The spinach knish I had for lunch started coming up my gullet and I thought I would be sick. "Please stop...please...I'll do anything..." My wrists felt like wet won-tons. She was merciless...

Author: By Peter Kaplan, | Title: Candy is randy but pasta is fasta | 12/8/1976 | See Source »

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