Word: cinnamon
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...kitchen of a girls' reformatory in Hawthorne, N.Y. ("I was a rotten kid"), dismisses international cuisine in four sentences. "Don't be intimidated by foreign cookery," she writes. "Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good." She is similarly cavalier about the tools of her trade. "Other books say, 'Do not, do not! Do not try to make a souffle unless you have a souffle dish.' They make cooking sound like...
Dona Flor is rich and leisurely, as much verbal aphrodisiac as novel. Flor is a close cousin to Amado's most celebrated heroine. Gabriela (in Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon), another lady capable of cooking up a storm in the kitchen or in bed. In lavishing details of color, touch and taste, Amado so ignores the canons of construction that at times he seems embarked on little more than an engaging shaggy-dog story...
...Cinnamon? At the Paris conference table there were only new exchanges of invective. Hanoi and the N.L.F. repeated their demands for unconditional withdrawal of all U.S. and "satellite" troops in South Viet Nam, which the U.S.'s Henry Cabot Lodge bluntly rejected. But there was at least a rare moment of light relief. Thanh Le, the chief Hanoi spokesman, complained at a press briefing that Thieu and Vice President Nguyen Cao Ky want to keep U.S. troops in South Viet Nam so that they can continue to get rich on traffic in opium and cinnamon. Cinnamon? "Ah," Le explained...
...optional equipment. Eagle Shirtmakers' color-naming contest of five years ago-in which the winning entries included Foreseeable Fuchsia, God's Little Ochre and Hot Chestnut-was revived this spring by Young & Rubicam for Ford's Maverick. The car colors range from Freudian Gilt and Original Cinnamon to Anti-Establishmint...
Proclaiming no new doctrines and founding no new schools, I hit the last wall four hours later and proceeded to create stately, bold, blaring, cherry, apricot, pale gold, mauve, maroon, crimson, orange, cinnamon, whistling blue sails of forms. No gimmicks or gadgetry here, thank you. Carefully avoiding dehumanization and de-sexualization (in the painterly tradition), I strove to leave out as many myriad forms and colors as was possible. When finished, the wall seemed to cry out: "My name is Pat O'Connor-and goddammit, I can paint as well as Helen Frankenthaler...