The cocktail hour, now so drearily interminable in most American houses, is the moment of maximum danger. One stands around forever with nothing to eat but horrible canapés. The simplest measure of self-protection is to eat a piece or two of bacon before going out to dinner.
Joseph Alsop, born on this day in 1910
Mercifully, he was spared the fruit and chocolate that today's "foodies" put on their charcuterie "boreds."

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