Word: venison
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...hard knocks and low blows that give a good old country tune perspective. She grew up in the hills of east-central Pennsylvania, on the fringes of the mining belt. Her father was a guide on a hunting preserve ("He was a good shot. I grew up eating venison"). Her mother, trained as a beautician, worked counters at local truck stops. During long evenings at home, her father played guitar, mandolin and banjo, and her mother sang while she and her younger sister Randy sat back at the kitchen table and listened. "It was strictly country," she says. "I loved...
...General, his aides and bodyguards are taken inconspicuously to a fashionable restaurant where they will await the President. The General dines with gusto on wine and choice venison, chats casually about the extermination of Portuguese Communists and arranges for the President's delivery of money and arms to his insurrectionist forces. Twice in 1975 the General's attempts to set up a right-wing dictatorship have aborted--but the President's adviser assures him that this time, with his leader's assistance, things will be different...
...homard à l'Américaine. Albertine pleads for skate with black butter; King delivers it. Marcel wrote affectionately of éclairs, marrons glacés, strawberry juice, orangeade, chocolate cake, oysters, petite marmite, roast goose ("superbly limbed and shining with gravy"), hare a l'Allemande and venison that was "dark, brown-fleshed, hot and soused [with red wine and cognac], over which the red-currant jelly has laid a cool, sweet surface." These and many, many other delights are recollected in tranquillity. Side by side with Marcel, Dining delivers the soul as well...
Justin was growing accustomed to the tasteless venison after three days in the wilds. In Edmonton he would respond to even the mildest reproach, would defend himself with the precise, piercing elocution that had become his trademark. In the Arctic, blinded by the snow, frozen to the marrow, quivering with hunger, he sheepishly heeded Kamik and stuffed the meat back into the backpack...
...What is the curse?" Justin muttered, and then in a blur, the statuesque bear hurled itself toward him, intent on the venison Justin carried and Justin noticed the foam spewing from the bear's prognathous jaws...