I dug in a tub of iced beer and Quinn and I toasted the two cans as we sat back on Adirondack chairs to enjoy the late afternoon.
Most were easy to open plastic containers but six cans of baked beans were without an opener.
There was no food in the cottage, so she turned a small log into cans of soup.
Cans and boxes lined the shelves.
She stepped back to avoid his hand and tripped over one of the paint cans, falling and sliding across the floor.
We may be eating out of cans soon.
Demons didn't eat human food, and the storage area was virtually untouched. Rhyn grabbed several cans and packages of foodstuffs then left.
Resigned to the inquisition, he settled down in his chair with two cans of beer and a piece of apple pie, devouring the pie with a combination of guilt and gusto.
Discarded wrappers and soft drink cans littered the floor, a magazine and a folded newspaper lay between the men on the seat.
He opened the refrigerator but there was no more beer—only a lot of empty cans scattered around the room.
They searched the entire house, all the obvious places like the trash cans and counter tops, but found neither the letter nor the envelope.
Such cans remain warm longer than those containing only hot water.
Manufacturing industry is confined to a few articles and commodities, such as cement, tea, tin cans (for oil), cotton goods, oil refineries, tobacco factories, flour-mills, silk-winding mills (especially at Shusha and Jebrail in the south of Elisavetpol), distilleries and breweries.
Among the manufactures are brass and copper work, wire for electrical uses, foundry and machine-shop products, locomotives, knit goods, tin cans and canned goods (especially vegetables).
This is due to (a) the dirty condition of the cows' udders, (b) the imperfect cleansing of the cans and of the hands of the milkers.
An article on monastic arrangements would be incomplete without some account of the convents of the Mendicant or Preaching Friars, including the Black Friars or Domini cans, the Grey or Franciscans, the White or Carmelites, Y Friars.
(Of course, I can't go buy a thousand cans for $2,000 and have them worth $10,000 to me.
Be rather the Mungo Park, the Lewis and Clark and Frobisher, of your own streams and oceans; explore your own higher latitudes--with shiploads of preserved meats to support you, if they be necessary; and pile the empty cans sky-high for a sign.