Word: tartness
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...wise diner begins with one of several appetizers. Taramosalata is the best lead-off dish. Composed of red caviar mixed with lemon, olive oil, and bread soaked in water, its taste combines saltiness with a tart savor. Also, shrimp with a special sauce of lemon, olive oil, dry mustard, and the much used Greek herb, rigone, will start the meal well...
Last month Chicago critics did similar cartwheels after Cantelli guest-conducted the Chicago Symphony. Wrote the Tribune's tart-tongued Claudia Cassidy: "Just what it is, the spark that sets some artists blazing, nobody knows. But Guido Cantelli has it." Burbled the Herald-American: "He is sensational without resorting to sensationalism . . . original without being extreme . . . Boards of directors: file this young man for future reference." London critics, when they heard him conduct the brilliant London Philharmonia last year, wrote to the same effect...
...words were a rallying cry to all the Attleeites. At a meeting of parliamentary front benchers Attlee himself cast aside the cloak of neutrality he has tried up to now to wear as party leader. In tart, hot temper, he outlined an ultimatum to the Bevanites-disband the party-within-a-party and stop calling names in public. Nye Bevan, his eyes round with affected innocence, faced the challenge with the wounded mien of a child accused of palming the queen in a game of Old Maid. With hands spread wide, he offered to throw his group meetings open...
...valley, up to the age of 15, but only for the sake of sustenance. Then his wealthy family hired an illiterate peasant girl named Marie Chevalier as their cook. A native genius, Marie could whip up sauces creamy as clouds and subtle as sunsets; she could pluck a plum tart from the oven at the split second of proper crispness or mash a marron to the delicacy of morning dew. "She civilized me," sighs Curnonsky, repeating an old quip: "She turned my needs into pleasures...
...Jimson is the only one who has ever been a real match for Sara: at times, in his roaring picaresque progress downhill, he seems an even bigger figure. The really last word, however, is an echo of Sara-as Pritchett calls her, this "genial, boozing, humbugging and thieving old tart, lost in the raucous mythology of her memories and affections...