Word: syrup
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...mouth. The ring of phyllo pastry was crisp and flaky, filled with a delectable crumble of walnuts. Decorating the pastry was a colorful palate of fruits, laced with pistachios and sugar. We also sampled a couple of Zalaaby Fritters, fried balls soaked in sweet syrup...
...left hand in 30 years." ... "Cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river." ... "He's got the morals of a guinea pig and the scruples of a gangster." ... "Here's mud in your column!" ... "Starting today, you can play marbles with his eyeballs." ... "This syrup you're giving out with, you pour over waffles, not J.J. Hunsecker." ... "I'd hate to take a bite out of you - you're a cookie full of arsenic." ... "Come back, Sidney, I want to chastise...
...manufacture or grow your own stuff, but nowhere to buy it straight from a dealer. Also lots of paeans to the wondrous effects of heroin, most dating back to the 19th century, when opium was all the rage, and when kids were given heroin in the form of cough syrup. You can also read horrific addiction stories by people who've fallen in love with heroin and lived to tell about it. Support groups for addicts abound as well, as do contact numbers for needle exchange centers...
...each second of the pair's recent existence has been indelibly pressed into Olympic lore. Thanks to breathless press coverage, we have even learned how they take their coffee (he likes a latte, she, a latte with vanilla syrup). Less known is the back story of how they found each other and made it to Salt Lake City. It begins a continent and several worlds away. Sale grew up in the western province of Alberta, strapped on her first pair of skates before her second birthday and at age 8 announced to her mother that she was Olympic material; Pelletier...
...album into a malaise that it never recovers from. Moreover, the flourishes, especially the horns, that peppered the opening reappear constantly throughout the album to the point of tedium. Shifts and breaks become less spontaneous and more calculated. At the halfway point the album starts to sound like thick syrup. The tempo starts to pick up in the last quarter, but it is too little, too late. Unfortunately, Laetitia Sadier’s characteristic vocal monotone and dense lyrics do not dispel Sound-Dust’s narcotic effect. After listening to Sound-Dust, you will wonder how an intro...