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...country. Keillor's folk confront mainstream America with beer and trembling. They are still wagging their heads and clucking their tongues over Father Emil's summer replacement. Golfing Father Frank proclaims of his martini at a backyard party, "Dry. Mmmmm. What did you do? Just think about vermouth, for Christ's sake...
...4077th M*A*S*H we raise our martini glasses one last time (ingredients: plenty f gin and a toast to Lorenzo Schwartz, the inventor of vermouth...
...autobiography. He candidly recalls, "I wondered if my deepest interest in her was as a writer I could take advantage of." But the sentient novelist who had written the melancholy Good Morning, Midnight in 1939 was long gone. She spent most of their time together drinking gin and sweet vermouth and babbling away in a pitiful parody of her once considerable style and charm. Plante spares us few of the clinical symptoms of her senility. Emblematic of the mode of his memoir is a page-long account of the time that Rhys fell into the toilet when he failed...
When I make a salad dressing of oil and vinegar, I now generally use a malt vinegar rather than red wine vinegar because it is "sweeter" to the taste. Sometimes I add more than a dash of dry white vermouth. The exact recipe is ½ teaspoon of egg yolk put in a bowl with 1 tablespoon each of mustard and malt vinegar, plus a generous grinding of black pepper and, perhaps, a bit of finely minced garlic. I beat the mixture with a wire whisk while gradually adding 3 tablespoons of good olive oil. Last come 3 tablespoons...
...Potomac. He enjoyed puttering around in a tweed jacket that he had inherited from his father; he eventually bequeathed it to one of his four sons. He was squirishly indifferent to many of the conventional social graces; his wife even more so. He served martinis mixed with Argentine vermouth. They were, one visitor recalls, "about the color of spar varnish." The President liked wild game and carved it expertly, so admirers regularly sent him venison and antelope and partridges, but Eleanor squeamishly banished such things from the White House table. Her own specialty was to cook and serve Sunday-night...