Word: wurst
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...average American, liver is for wurst. But to 47.6 million Frenchmen, le foie - when it is not gras - is the precious, pesky organ that regulates their lives. When a Frenchman exclaims, "Mon foie!", his cry from the gland wins instant sympathy, even in a Place de la Concorde traffic jam. Depending on whether it is swollen, too hard, too tender, congested, enrheumed or, as the French say, "intoxicated" from a surfeit of rich food, the liver is blamed for virtually every physical malfunction from ingrown toenails to inadequate amatory performance...
...every cookbook, there are 50 kookbooks, with titles like The Galloping Gourmet, What Cooks in Suburbia, Wolf in Chefs Clothing, Feed the Brute, Wurst You Were Here, and Abalone to Zabaglione. Apparently, publishers will publish anything that has recipes in it. There is a recent book called Fine Food, Wine, and Pickled Pine, for example, which is subtitled "The Story of Coventry Forge Inn" and contains a chapter headed "Our Recipes-Haute and Not so Haute." The negative approach is big these days. Holt, Rinehart & Winston has put out The Madison Avenue Cookbook "for people who can't cook...
Besides all this, Bakery King Weston has gone from batter to wurst by opening 93 supermarkets in West Germany. This chain, manned largely by Germans who learned their trade running G.I. commissaries for the U.S. occupation forces, now grosses some $60 million a year. Unlike supermarketeers elsewhere, Weston does not try to undersell the German corner grocers. Instead, he outsells them by offering a far wider variety of goods, including such recently adopted Teutonic favorites as Wicks Vaporub and Reis Knusperle-which are Rice Krispies that do not go snap, crackle, pop but "knisper, knasper, knusper...
...black Mercedes 300's roll by, carrying wurst-stuffed tycoons to Rosemary's love nest, but the action inside resembles a high-level business conference. Once those Marks have changed hands, the camera shifts elsewhere...
...your haw-haw-lier-than-thou reviewer's damning with faint puns Peter De Vries' Through the. Fields of Clover: for such a pun-stirrer to grind up De Vries' meaty message with half-witticisms of his own seems in wurst possible taste-particularly in such a notorious quip-joint as TIME...