Word: tabletop
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...Dragons has a feel different from Magic Cards or Pokemon, according to those who play. In Magic Cards and many other fantasy games, there is no role-playing aspect. Yes, the player has strategy and fantasy, and what you are doing takes place in a realm other than the tabletop at which the player actually sits. But there are cards to guide you, and far less imagination is involved...
...your Japanese hot pot dinner. ABOUT A HOT POTThe hot pot meal is a comfort food tradition widespread throughout Asia, though shabu-shabu specifically refers to the Japanese version. The basic rubric includes a steaming pot of broth (usually beef, chicken, or miso) kept boiling over a tabletop electric burner in which one drops vegetables, followed by raw pieces of top sirloin beef, chicken, tofu, or, less traditionally, seafood. The cooked chunks are then fished out, dunked in ponzu (a combination of soy and citrus) or sesame sauce mixed by the preparer, and consumed over a bowl of rice. Loosely...
...There's even an abstract painting done in dark, milk and white chocolate. No golden ticket in your box? Don't despair, there are 100 other winners out there who will get chocolate for year, delivered to their doorstep each month - along with a piece of Adler's tabletop collection...
...opinion pages of The Crimson to annual mental health survey testify: Students here are often playing hurt. They see themselves as being held to a standard they can never truly meet, in classrooms, clubs and conversation—yet onward they plunge. The Harvard ideal, which administrators and tabletop fliers insist is unreal, means staying functional with rioting nerves, staying charming with crippling doubts, working though every impulse insists on slowing down. Just as the Ad Board sentences, so do its little disciples judge and admonish, themselves and others, on a smaller scale...
...down on me: I’m always running late, I should be eating lunch already, and I can’t possibly get it all done. But in Barcelona, every second is an opportunity. It’s noticing the one cracked tile on a mosaicked café tabletop. Or the crooked-toothed smile of that 20-something-pierced-lip chica on the Metro. Or the sickly-sweet way your mouth feels after a sip of horchata. It’s forgetting, for an instant, where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing...