Word: wining
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Stage 67 has been the mail-order bride of the current season-so lovely in anticipation, so disappointing in actuality. Last week the frump finally combed her hair and put on a touch of lipstick. In a spare, dust-dry dramatization of Katherine Anne Porter's novella Noon Wine, Adapter-Director Sam Peckinpah in a single swoop revived much of the all-but-dead hope that serious drama can find a regular place in the TV schedule...
...uninhibited are her on-camera demonstrations that some viewers suspect that the more hilarious moments may stem from a preshow nip or two. But such is not the case. Although she is a staunch advocate of using wine in cooking, she never imbibes on the set. In fact, the wine that is shown on the table at the end of her show is, for economy reasons, a mixture of water and Gravy Master; Julia herself once kidded the rumor by pretending to take a sip of the mixture, announcing, "I am now going to enjoy a delicious glass of estate...
...plate, only succeeded in "splashing chicken fat all over the walls." Back home after the war, she enrolled in a Los Angeles cooking school to prepare for her marriage-with disastrous results: her bearnaise sauce congealed because she used lard instead of butter; her calves' brains in red wine fell apart; her well-larded wild duck set the oven on fire-she had completely forgotten to put it in a pan. Says Husband Paul gallantly: "I was willing to put up with that awful cooking to get Julia," but he still shudders at the memory...
...thing about food," says Julia, "is you're a much happier person if you eat well and treasure your meals." No purist, she thinks nothing of belting down a couple of stiff bourbons at home just before Paul serves a superb Grands Echezeaux from his 350-bottle wine cellar. She keeps tubs of Marlboros on the kitchen table, gaily dips into them for a smoke between courses. "I hate people who put on the dog, don't you?" she smiles guilelessly...
...suburban baths, the cordwood is stacked, ready to fuel a fire that has been cold for nearly 20 centuries. On the wall of a snack bar, some graffito artist has daubed a phallus and the words MA(N)SVETA TENE (Handle with Care). In a cereal and wine shop, jars brimful of beans and, chickpeas await the next customer. At a street crossing, the inscription on a pillar warns litterbugs that they can be jailed or fined...