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| 26568b3 | Dear Mr. Beard, On the radio last spring, President Roosevelt said that each and every one of us here on the home front has a battle to fight; We must keep our spirits up. I am doing my best, but in my opinion Liver Gems are a lost cause, because they would take the spirit right out of anyone. So when Mother says it is wrong for us to eat better than our brave men overseas, I tell her that I don't see how eating disgusting stuff helps them .. | cooking hard-times ingredients james-beard letter liver lulu-swan president-roosevelt recipe wartime world-war-ii | Ruth Reichl | |
| dc816fe | He showed me how each wheel was stamped with the month and year, and then he cracked the first one open to reveal its pale cream-colored interior. He chipped off a hefty shard and handed it to me. I took a bite, and my mouth filled with the hopeful taste of fresh green grass and young field flowers welcoming the sun. "That's the spring cheese." Sal was cracking the next wheel, which was stamped with an autumn date; he chipped off a little p.. | flavors italian parmesan seasonal | Ruth Reichl | |
| 442b7db | Tommy and I put on a radio play to entertain everyone while they unpacked their cookies. It was about a girl who saves up money for a prom dress, but at the last minute she says, "It's only clothes," and buys war bonds instead. The play was a big success, and my whole school pledged to buy war bonds, which should have made me happy. But it gave me a queer feeling; it's easy to write propaganda when everyone agrees with you. Do you understan.. | lulu-swan thoughtfulness war-bonds wartime | Ruth Reichl | |
| 94e7cc6 | She designed the cakes and I worked out the recipes. The first year we each created a signature cake. Genie's was called the Goddess: really tall, all white on the outside, wrapped in mountains of coconut and whipped cream, with a passion-fruit heart." "And yours was called the Shrinking Violet. Unassuming on the outside but pretty special once you worked your way in." She reached over and squeezed my wrist. "Wish I'd thought of that. You'd.. | billie-breslin cake flavors genie-breslin sisters | Ruth Reichl | |
| ee20ca0 | Lacy little green fronds waved up through clear liquid; it reminded me of a forest stream in early spring, just after the ice has melted. I picked up a frond, and as I put it in my mouth, I experienced a moment of cool, pure freshness. "What is it?" I asked Jake, enchanted. "Mozuku, a special kind of seaweed from Okinawa. You don't think it's slimy?" "Slippery, but I love the way it feels in my mouth." | mozuku okinawa seaweed | Ruth Reichl | |
| 8242685 | We waited, eating resilient, deeply satisfying bread dipped in spicy oil that tasted exactly like fresh olives. Doug reached out and stroked my knee and I had a sudden conscious thought that I was happy. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 2b02ca6 | Captured by the cooking, I had a fleeting thought that I'd spent too many years trading time for money. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| f28cb0f | CAKE whole black peppercorns whole cloves whole cardamom 1 cinnamon stick 2 cups flour 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 3 large eggs 1 large egg yolk 1 cup sour cream 1 1/2 sticks (6 ounces) unsalted butter, at room temperature 1 cup sugar 2 large pieces fresh ginger root ( 1/4 cup, tightly packed, when finely grated) zest from 2 to 3 oranges (1 1/2 teaspoons finely grated) Preheat oven to 350degF. Butter a.. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| f068321 | Cover the pot and set it back into the oven. Bake for 30 minutes, remove the cover, and bake for another 15 minutes or so, until the loaf has turned a deep golden caramel color. The scent of the baking bread will be almost shockingly delicious, but you're going to have to control yourself. You need to let the bread cool on a rack for at least an hour before eating it. But once that hour has passed, this bread, with some cold, sweet butter, .. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 6a28926 | oven down to 375 degrees and bake for another hour or so, until the top is golden and the aroma so wonderful that everyone is standing hopefully in the kitchen, forks at the ready. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 17667b7 | I've named my cookies Snowballs, but not because that's what they look like. It's the way they make you feel. You know how it is when a snowball is flying toward you on an icy-cold night? The stars are glittering, and the snow is twinkling, but you're wrapped up in mittens and boots, so you're toasty warm. It's surprise and comfort, all at the same time; that's how I want them to taste. Do you know what I mean? Here's the recipe: It has cho.. | ingredients lulu-swan recipe snowballs | Ruth Reichl | |
| 565398f | Hermione was back, holding out a gossamer dress of rainbow chiffon so airy I thought of fireflies on a moonlight night. | fashion fireflies | Ruth Reichl | |
| 47b34a1 | That's what I like so much about old libraries - they smell the way we'd like to imagine the past. | past | Ruth Reichl | |
| 6547666 | I felt for the first time that the library belonged here. The house was reclaiming its spirit, and the library, which had stood aloof and apart for so many years, was turning back into what it was always meant to be: the heart of this home. | library | Ruth Reichl | |
| a7cbc96 | Any soul who has survived to the age of eighty - two with nary a secret would be extremely dull. I, for one, would have very little interest in making their acquaintance. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| c3b0b35 | Even the most avid technocrat must occasionally escape from virtual space, and what better place to do it than the kitchen, with all its dangerous knives and delicious aromas? | kitchens technocracy technocrats | Ruth Reichl | |
| afa3c6c | You mean like you?" The old enmity had come roaring back, and she was no longer one of my bosses. She gave a shout of laughter. "Well, you're right, it's been a rotten time. I've been catering, which is just another way of saying that I've been in hell." "That bad?" Richard took a bite" | Ruth Reichl | ||
| b572dfe | I love all these people; they have so much passion. They're a little bit crazy, but they use their craziness for their business. They live right. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 453d6f4 | I'm just an actor, and no more interesting than you are. She scribbled her name. Probably not as interesting, actually You should pay more attention to yourself and less to people like me. You'll be better off that way. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 0455111 | It was a completely innocent remark. To me, the subway is more than a quick way to get from one place to another. It is New York in miniature, an intimate glimpse of the city. You rub shoulders with everyone who lives here, find out what they're reading, see what they're wearing, eavesdrop on their conversations. | Ruth Reichl | ||
| 98e5ac5 | Mr. Rogers | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 52f8ae6 | whispered, gripping his arm. Holding on, she pulled him to the other side of the tunnel. She put her free hand up on the wall, a | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| b3c065b | Now, Mr. Shaughnessy, remember what happened the last time your wife got jealous of your flirting? She exchanged your denture cream for hemorrhoidal ointment. | Leslie Kelly | ||
| 3d40a5b | As she passed the recreation room, she saw Mr. Preston, still sitting quietly in his chair, a blanket over his knees. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Fine thanks. Just gonna sit here a little longer, then I'll head up." She sat beside him, sharing the silence. "That friend of yours is a good sort," he finally said. "Nice of him to stop in and say goodbye before going home to his folks." "He did?" "Ayuh." "What did he say?" The old man ne.. | love | Leslie Kelly | |
| d9df7d1 | He did it for play money." CHAPTER" | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 31acc0d | better. She wanted to grab hold of those strong shoulders, to touch every inch of his hard body. To lightly bite him, and to scratch his powerful back. She wanted her thighs wrapped around his hips, wanted him driving into her with heat and lust until there was no room for thought. And as she felt him swell and harden to a dizzying size against her hip, she knew she wanted it all twice. "I want you so much," she whispered, eliminating all s.. | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 0dcf091 | won't be easy to get to," he muttered, his own voice stark against the silence. "Not easy at all." The man lived in a fortress of" | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 04caeab | mouths met in a slow, warm kiss that demanded nothing yet promised the world. The kind only two people who'd shared incredible intimacies, and knew how good things could be, were able to fully savor. She tasted so sweet, and felt so right in his arms, that he couldn't even remember why he'd bargained for anything but the real deal | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| c54b4eb | hands, gently toying with her sensitive nipples. Gasping, she sagged against him, knowing he wouldn't let her fall. One strong hand slid down her side to her hip, where he grasped her possessively; then he pushed her back to lean against the wall. Kissing his way down her neck and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat, he murmured tender, sexy promises, the hunger in his voice making | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 90dc79d | He's not auctioning off the right to choose a victim. In fact, the auction winner has no say about who gets killed." Sighing heavily, disgust evident in the posture, the other man finally got to the bones of it. "He's auctioning off the right to choose the means of death." | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 22568b3 | nuts. I told you before, I'm no nice guy." He had an ex and a bunch of other people, like those he'd busted and some he'd worked with, who'd confirm it. She turned around in his arms, her body pressed against his as she looked up into his eyes. "Yes, you are. That's what's killing me here." "I so don't get" | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 73602ab | someone asked. More took up the cry. When will you show us more? He checked the date--nearly five weeks since his last premiere. And then he considered his finances--very low. How he'd managed only one auction every couple of months at the start was beyond him. It was time. He had things he wanted to buy, places he wanted to visit, and he didn't have the means to do it. Besides, his palms were beginning to itch. Right hand meant money comin.. | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 964a427 | Stacey stepped closer. Closer. Until the tips of her boot-clad feet touched his shoes and their clothes brushed. The place was wrong; the timing was even more wrong. But everything else about the moment | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| d2ec91c | voice shook with angry emotion, her slim body suddenly seeming too fragile to handle the weight that had been dumped on it. "I can't" | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| 5633910 | She began to move, closing her eyes and letting the music roll through her. Since childhood Izzie had had an affinity for music--all types of music. It had always made her want to move. To sway or to spin, to leap or to bend. She just had a dancing gene that demanded release whenever the right beat hit her ears and rolled on down through her body. | Leslie Kelly | ||
| a92ab1a | cried. She had at last been releasing those closed-up boxes of dark emotion that he suspected had been building in her head for a very long time. She'd needed to let them go. The catalyst for the final emotional meltdown had been a poor pup someone had left on her front porch; he suspected she'd been ready to break anyway. He was just glad he had been here when she did. "Dean?" she murmured, not even" | Leslie A. Kelly | ||
| baff6d6 | Tell you what, just to prove I'm not, I'll let you top tonight. You'll be in charge. I'll be the one with handcuffs on.' Carry on like this and you won't be wrong, Merrick thought to himself. | Val McDermid | ||
| 1e6b36f | I'm telling you the truth, Carol. Even though it's actually none of your business.' She half turned, found a smile from somewhere and said, 'You're quite right. It is none of my business. Till tomorrow Tony. | tony-hill | Val McDermid | |
| 466f1a5 | Discovering dedicated mystery booksellers was a bit like going to heaven without having to die first | Val McDermid | ||
| 2a53821 | cliches got that way because they reflected reality. Better the devil you know. Don't take sweets from strangers. | Val McDermid | ||
| 5258391 | ziggurat | Val McDermid | ||
| 4d32c57 | kill. He's a man obsessed and he's determined to | Val McDermid | ||
| 7cb2b6c | uncontrollable little nests of miscellany. He | Val McDermid | ||
| 5969cb5 | Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an anguished O. He had to admit, there was real pleasure in seeing her pay the price for her bitching and whining and moaning. She'd called men like him misogynists. That was the opposite of what they were. Men like him, they loved women. They understood the kind of life that suited women best. They knew what women really wanted. Proper women didn't want to be out there in the world, having to shout the.. | Val McDermid |