Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...larder. "Plentiful supplies of most foods are in prospect. . . . More ice cream, cheese, condensed and evaporated milk, fluid cream, canned vegetables and fresh and frozen fish will be available. . . . Eggs and fluid milk will continue plentiful. . . . Chicken, turkey, fresh fruits and vegetables, frozen and dried fruits, potatoes and sweet potatoes and cereal products will continue substantially the same. . . . Supplies of some meats and fats (other than butter) will be larger than before the war. . . . Sugar supplies should improve...
...Eyes." Within a year of her accession Elizabeth had ruled that Dudley must never leave her side under any circumstances. She nicknamed him "my sweet Robin" and "my two eyes" (later, she dubbed Sir Walter Raleigh "my two Lydds"), and later, when her advisers began to press her to marry a foreign prince, she would point to Robert Dudley and exclaim that there was the only man she would wish to marry-"not one who would sit at home all day among the cinders." When he took part in public games, she dressed up as a serving maid...
...dazzled Elizabeth in the Tower. His face was red, his beard streaked with grey, his hair thin. And despite Elizabeth's efforts to keep him on a diet ("two ounces of flesh" a day, and "the twentieth part of a pint of wine to comfort his stomach"), sweet Robin was getting paunchy. And then, one day, the Queen discovered that he had secretly married handsome, widowed Lettice Knollys, Countess of Essex -or "that she-wolf," as the Queen preferred to call...
...Monkey," and hugged him to her breast on public occasions. When the hopeful Duke-an ugly little man with pockmarks-scurried over, Elizabeth mooned with him in corners and proclaimed him her long-sought true love. But overnight she decided that he was just a pest-and summoned sweet Robin to escort the Duke home again...
Senator Leverett Saltonstall, Massachusetts' Indian-nosed Harvardman (where he was a member of Hasty Pudding and Porcellian), took a forthright stand for Indian pudding as the nation's prize dish-"sweet . . . nourishing . . . sends you away . . . with a satisfied feeling." Breaking home-grown-dish precedent, he declared candidly that his favorite recipe was not handed down in his family for generations. Said he: "We just found it in a cookbook...