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I calculate menu combinations. I consider flavors, colors, textures, and what, that season, the market offers. I ask myself, “What if John drinks too much and chokes on a tiny bone in the bluefish?”
When we asked about salt-rising bread at the several bakeries in our town (most of whose stock was doughnuts, sweet rolls, and birthday cakes), no one recalled ever having made or eaten this bread.
Then came the scary part: combining the egg-sugar mix with the hot rice and milk. Why this always scares me is if the rice and milk are over 150 degrees F, the eggs may curdle.
You know the biggest lobby currently in Washington is the one whose job it is to keep ingredients off the beer labels. They’ve done a pretty good job, wouldn’t you say?
Dobson’s chef, Deborah MacDonald Schneider, doesn’t make giblet gravy. She says that she “wouldn’t eat the giblets at gunpoint.” But Schneider does make a turkey gravy and was kind enough to type out her recipe.
At Sanderson’s on Girard, a women’s clothing store, I applied for a job as a model. Mr. Sanderson, a distinguished, middle-aged man, said he liked my style. He gave me a job — starting the next day.
It was time to fly, after a series of delays that spanned two months. The Mexican Feds and our connection had a shootout, then a rainstorm had our landing strip under water. Then there was …
Even though my own parents were long divorced; even though Joanna’s mother and father, spoke tensely to one another; I believed I would belong to my husband in a way I could never belong to myself.
Some 60 men have shown up to fill 12 remaining positions. The guy in the maroon Pontiac is there. An older man with five kids has walked up from Barrio Logan. I recognize some homeless people from the park.
In the beginning, there was the steel wheel. Not big on traction, but definitely built for speed with a durometer that didn’t quit. As noisy as it was dangerous, the steel wheel was found on …
The Golden West Hotel, at Fourth and G Street. a historic Gaslamp Quarter site with spacious lobbies and stained-glass skylights, offers private rooms with sink and telephone beginning at $75 a week or $255 a month.
“We use our pen, put a little mark on the tire, and if you don’t know exactly where to look, even if you do and the sun hits that place wrong, you can’t see it.”
"Little lady,” the Chief [of Police] replied, ‘you’re going to find out that every town has got more than its share of Holy Joes — men and women who have nothing better to do than …
The monster jobs broke almost immediately. After brushing up on a few knockouts, it was off to Lawrence Welk’s for an 80-unit. Then a two-lift monster in Oceanside, then a three-lift monster in Corona,
“We’ll have to knock him out first, so he doesn’t call the federales before we reach Tijuana.” We approached the VW. Stooping down beside it, I picked up a rock the size of a baseball
Nick bought his heroin at Fifth and Main. The dealer slipped him a pebble-sized ball wrapped in balloon rubber. Nick put the pebble in his mouth and palmed off 15 bucks. Every deal downtown was …