Kitchen Sentence Examples
He walked across the kitchen and paused at the door.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
It's warm in the kitchen, and breakfast is ready.
He also brought a bottle of kvass, taken from the kitchen for them to try.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
She had some money tucked away in a cookie jar in the kitchen and she intended to pay him something, whether he liked it or not.
When he came into the kitchen, his gaze settled on her.
She lifted the chair and ignored his offer to carry it to the kitchen for her.
Wind and rain slashed at her as she reached the kitchen doorway and she hurried into the house.
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Cora waved from the kitchen.
I was just preparing one for myself in the kitchen.
The voices of her roommates drifted from the kitchen where they were preparing supper.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
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I had carried some charcoal to the queen's kitchen and was just starting home.
Soup was out of the question; it might as well have been a million miles away in the kitchen.
The second court of the abbey contains a remarkable building, the Tour d'Evrault (12th century), which long went under the misnomer of chapelle funeraire, but was in reality the old kitchen.
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He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.
He left, and she gazed at the plates full of cookies around the kitchen.
Elated he was somewhat alive, she bolted to the kitchen for soup.
She was in the kitchen with Bianca and looked up with a smile when he entered.
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I don't like being hungry and not being able to go to the kitchen.
She walked from the kitchen down a long hall to the foyer.
He looked down, and she bounded to the kitchen, surprised to find her breathing ragged after such a simple kiss.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
He tugged her hand, and she followed him out of the library and through the sprawling house and a large kitchen to the back door.
Traci disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.
She felt Ving's gaze on her as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.
Cynthia excused herself and retreated to the kitchen, leaving well-meaning Brandon Westlake with a what-did-I-say-wrong look on his sun beaten face.
Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.
He tactfully withdrew to the kitchen to give her privacy, expecting a summary of the conversation when she finished, but none was forthcoming.
Fred was in the kitchen peeling an orange.
He glanced in the kitchen and asked Dean if he'd seen Ginger.
He was shaking his head no when she said, There's one just like it in the kitchen.
The call caused Cynthia to tremble with nervous frustration to the point of dropping a favorite sugar bowl, snowing the kitchen floor in white.
Dean lied that he'd miss them and strolled into the kitchen where Cynthia and Maria were enjoying a second breakfast.
The death-dealer gave her another long look before she pointed to the stainless steel box at the end of the kitchen.
Darkyn motioned to the wall across the kitchen.
I want those in my kitchen.
Adjacent to this apartment are the remains of the kitchen, pantry and buttery.
The abbot's house, the largest and most remarkable example of this class of buildings in the kingdom, stands south to the east of the church and cloister, from which it is divided by the kitchen court (K), surrounded by the ordinary domestic offices.
Roger Norton, the king's printer, caused a large part of the first impression to be seized on the ground of its not being licensed and to be sent to the royal kitchen.
Standard Fruit Trees should not be planted, if it can be avoided, in the borders of the kitchen garden, but in the outer slips, where they either may be allowed to attain their full size or may be kept dwarfed.
The storm door groaned as he opened it, and then he was opening the door to the kitchen, breathing the aroma of good food.
Inside of the great kitchen, beside the fire, the men were shouting and laughing; for the blacksmith had finished his song, and it was very pleasing.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
I was an involuntary spectator and auditor of whatever was done and said in the kitchen of the adjacent village-inn--a wholly new and rare experience to me.
The kitchen is overseen by a professional chef, but the food is prepared and served by students.
Dusty followed his instincts to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.
He withdrew, not looking at the shocked man standing in the kitchen doorway.
She smiled faintly and lifted her chin towards the kitchen door.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
Sofia dropped her backpack onto the kitchen counter, taking in the damage.
She stared at him and edged around the kitchen island.
Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.
Damian met his gaze, and they sat in the kitchen, bloodied and breathing hard as they recovered.
Laney asked, returning to the kitchen.
She took a shower and padded through the quiet mansion to the kitchen.
The kitchen is always open.
She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.
She'd seen Claire in the kitchen and hallway, eating Pop-Tarts, eating chocolate, eating broccoli.
He moved mechanically out of the single large kitchen in the underground lair.
Traci crossed to the kitchen door just as Ving hung up the phone.
Linda says you make a killer grilled chicken, Traci called from the kitchen.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
Cynthia led Martha to the kitchen.
Dean left the group for the kitchen and found Paulette Dawkins had beaten him there.
He set down his glass, and taking Cynthia's hand, retreated from the parlor to the kitchen, without even bothering to make an excuse.
Cynthia and Fred emerged from the kitchen at the sound of his voice.
Dean wandered back to the kitchen, where his wife was fixing supper.
The old man excused himself and followed Dean to the kitchen.
Paulette Dawkins, whom Dean thought was dining with her clan, bounded into the kitchen to report a mouse sighting in her room.
Fred began pacing the kitchen.
A diet book was conspicuously in place on the kitchen counter.
After Maria left to return to her duties, the pair lingered at the kitchen table.
He decided on kitchen sink soup—four night's leftovers stewed with a couple of cloves of garlic for a kicker.
It was some sort of sugared tortilla that fogged the kitchen in a delicious, sweet aroma.
Martha responded affirmatively just as Cynthia called to her from the kitchen.
Dean asked as he joined his wife in the kitchen.
Deidre stepped back as Cora moved into the kitchen.
Her eyes went to the strange red chili lights dangling around the edge of the kitchen.
After a shower, she dressed and headed for the kitchen to cook breakfast.
By the time Alex walked into the kitchen, she was retrieving a pan of biscuits from the oven.
Jonathan walked into the kitchen fully dressed and looking refreshed.
The front door swung open behind her and his boots clicked across the hardwood floor, stopping at the kitchen doorway.
A few hours later Alex and Jonathan were out doing chores and Carmen was in the kitchen fixing supper.
The kitchen had been completely remodeled and there was a ceiling fan in every room.
Deidre piled everything on the kitchen counters and pulled out the candle.
She went to the kitchen and made him a cup in silence, glancing at him a few times as he propped his head up with both his hands.
You, out! she belted at the death dealer, who leaned his hip against the counter and managed to fill up the entrance to the kitchen.
He followed her into the kitchen.
Alex was handy in the kitchen.
Gerry asked her, entering the kitchen.
They left her in the kitchen.
She left the kitchen to put the counter between them.
As peculiarities of arrangement may be noticed the position of the kitchen (Q), between the refectory and calefactory, and of the infirmary (W) (unless there is some error in its designation) above the river to the west, adjoining the guest-houses (XX).
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, who's expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
A Watcher appearing in his kitchen was the worst sign of impending doom yet.
With a disgruntled look on his face he hurriedly dressed and shuffled out to the kitchen where Fred O'Connor was munching on a doughnut and holding a glass of Ovaltine.
Striding back to the kitchen, he deliberately removed the caduceus magnet and centered the picture on the refrigerator door – eye level.
For good measure I had also built a Turkish bath adjacent to the kitchen.
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We have just bought a small electric BBQ for use in the garden which plugs into the outside kitchen area.
This book has actually earned a highly revered spot on my kitchen counter bookshelf.
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It has been redecorated and considerably upgraded with new windows, a new kitchen, new toilets, showers, and new bunk beds.
Never mind, must say bye now, the bottle of wine in the kitchen is calling.
Much later she was back in the kitchen, preparing the roast while he slept.
He was standing at the edge of the kitchen, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and concern etched in that delicious chocolate gaze.
She showered and headed for the kitchen to start lunch.
I left some food in the kitchen.
Sometimes when she was working in the kitchen, she would catch him watching her in that strange way and worry that there would be another such night, but it didn't happen.
As she entered the kitchen, it was obvious he had made coffee and eaten a bowl of dry cereal.
He walked into the kitchen and stood a moment watching Carmen.
Engrossed in discussion, the two men didn't notice her cross the kitchen to the entrance.
Gabriel pushed her aside, into the kitchen, swinging out the sword with ease at odds with his large form.
The footsteps of those entering the kitchen were solid against the stone floor.
The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.
She emerged from the kitchen with a tray laden with coffee and its accoutrements, a slice of pie and water.
Her step slowed as she neared a booth with an assortment of kitchen décor.
She spent a grueling hour putting up the string of red lights in the kitchen and stepped back to admire her work.
At the unfamiliar voice, she faced the two men standing outside her kitchen.
Overly aware of his presence, Deidre stepped outside the kitchen to the breakfast counter and poured two glasses of wine.
Deidre returned to the kitchen and placed her wineglass in the sink.
He didn't deny it as he moved around the kitchen.
Andre waved a wary Gabriel away from the kitchen.
Wynn released her shoulders and returned to his side of the kitchen.
Her gaze went to the kitchen, and she smiled as she recalled Gabriel putting up her latest find.
There were pictures on her mantle of the two of them together when he was younger, toys piled into a box near her couch, a school lunch menu and more pictures -- these apparently from past Halloweens --on the bulletin board on one wall of the kitchen.
Head pulsing, she retreated to the kitchen and painkillers, staring at a picture drawn by a kid, probably Toby, on the table before her.
She slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, eyes blurring as she struggled to make out the forms.
Toby started into the living room, spilled the cocoa, and then retreated to the kitchen.
She tiptoed to the kitchen and peeked in.
The death dealer took up much of the small space, his trench still on despite sitting at the kitchen table.
She hid in the kitchen, cold inside once again.
She grabbed a second bottle and went to the kitchen for water, dumping out two of each into one hand.
The death dealer went obediently to the kitchen.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
The spacious kitchen reminded her of Ully.s lab with its landscape of stainless steel.
A tea kettle was already whistling when they entered, and the maid rushed across the kitchen to grab it.
She inched away, her back now to the kitchen door.
Jared turned to see the woman on the other side of the kitchen, and Katie bolted.
The maid lunged at her again, and she darted for the kitchen, followed by Jared.s blood monkey, who was wailing with frustration.
Katie whipped around the breakfast bar, eyes roving the kitchen for the knife block or something with which to defend herself.
A breakfast buffet lined one end of the cafeteria, with brown-robed women moving in between the food and the kitchen.
When she walked into the kitchen, Evelyn was gazing with adoration up at the huge man, leaning against him in a purely anti-feministic way.
An odd scratching sound came from the kitchen, like Evelyn's cat scratching at the door after it returned from its morning prowl.
Frowning, she went to the kitchen, worried Evelyn's cat found its way home from its adoptive parents up the street.
She walked into the kitchen and stopped.
The kitchen table, like much of the rest of the house's furniture, had been disassembled in anticipation of moving before Evelyn's wedding.
She tugged the top of the kitchen table to block the doorway, hoping it would keep the creature in the kitchen.
She found no more and returned to the kitchen.
The tarantula cat was sucking up dirt and dust from the kitchen corners.
Evelyn moved after a long, considering look, leaving the studio for the kitchen.
This floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern side, and a dining room and kitchen on the left, with the Deans' private quarters, a sitting room-office combination and bedroom, located in the rear.
Cynthia called the men into the kitchen for sandwiches.
While Cynthia was off with Fred sorting his treasure box, Dean remained in the kitchen washing up the dishes.
Dean penned a note to her aunt and Martha went inside to leave it, as Dean directed, in plain sight on the kitchen table.
The smell of pancakes still hung in the air of the cozy kitchen.
When the crowd began to break up in earnest, she took her husband's arm and led him to their kitchen where a chicken pot pie was still bubbling on the table.
It was after ten by the time the kitchen chores were finished and the place cleaned up, sort of.
They were alone in the kitchen of Bird Song.
By the time he'd brewed them both a cup of Earl Grey tea and rejoined Cynthia at the kitchen table, she had finished yet another paragraph.
Amid a banging door and stomping feet, Gladys Turnbull entered the kitchen.
Cynthia directed her to the kitchen just as Edith called to them from the top of the stairs.
They hadn't, but as long as he was awake and unable to sleep, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk.
He joined Dean at the kitchen table although Cynthia would have preferred having her private domain to herself.
Cynthia gave a not-too-well disguised harrumph and left the kitchen for the dining room with a plate full of breakfast.
Dean started a fire for the returning guests but then joined his wife and stepfather in the kitchen.
Donald Ryland tipped his wool cap to her as he entered, still dripping snow on the kitchen floor.
Fred wandered into the kitchen as Dean was reading the label of a Campbell's soup can in hopes of creating an exotic sauce for his broiling fish.
As he was finishing his conversation, a loud sound came from the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry in a man's voice, and then laughter.
When Dean rushed to the kitchen, he found Cynthia, her hands to her face, in tears, grease covering the floor.
The next fifteen minutes were an embarrassed blur as Dean tried to stem his bleeding face at the kitchen table.
In spite of Cynthia's admonition he returned to the kitchen and cleaned the bacon grease from the floor, using half a roll of paper towels in completing the task.
She could hardly keep from sticking a butcher knife in his belly the other night in the kitchen!
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
The ever-present list and pencil were poised on the kitchen counter, as if ready for action.
Most of Bird Song's other guests remained, as requested, in their own rooms but Ryland hung around the kitchen, sharing a snack of take-out pizza with Donnie while Edith sat nearby, wringing her hands and looking petrified.
Just before five o'clock he went to the kitchen to begin preparing spaghetti for Fred and himself, and Martha, whom they had invited to again stay for supper.
Fred O'Connor strolled into the kitchen a few moments later, all smiles, carrying his ever-present notebook.
Fred began setting the small kitchen table.
He cleaned the kitchen, dusted the entire downstairs and, as the weather remained mild, even washed the first floor windows, hoping when and if Cynthia saw them it would not be in the sun.
Fred commented as he poked about the kitchen.
Dean wandered to the kitchen for pie and coffee for the guests while the others chattered in the parlor.
Weller poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
Later that evening, Fred came down to the kitchen as Martha was finishing drying the dishes.
He found Sarah in the kitchen.
He returned a few hours later, made a drink, and went to the kitchen where Sarah had started making breakfast for Connor.
When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.
Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.
He had requested a table in a corner of the room, away from wait staff traffic to and from the kitchen.
Connor came down to the kitchen looking for Sarah.
Once dressed, he returned to the kitchen.
Connor had gone into the kitchen for a snack and came running, "What's the matter?"
Sarah smacked him and headed to the kitchen to plan her menu.
He went into the kitchen where he knew he would find the culprit.
Honey, let's go in the kitchen for a few minutes and not bowl the poor woman over before she gets in the door.
Well, I've got to get to the kitchen, eat up.
He found her in the kitchen loading clean glasses on trays.
He heard the door close, then Elisabeth in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Confessing there in her kitchen was not an option, but he needed to have this behind them, so decided he would tell her as soon as possible.
Sarah was in the kitchen.
The foursome headed to the kitchen and sat around the table.
Jackson found Sarah in the kitchen making breakfast.
Sarah skated into the kitchen, kissing them both, "Hi, look at you busy beavers."
Sarah and Connor rushed to the kitchen.
Elisabeth stared straight ahead, then picked up her cell phone and walked out of the kitchen.
Jackson found the other three in the kitchen.
In the morning, they found an envelope on the counter in the kitchen.
They climbed the stairs to the kitchen together.
Sarah had asked Elisabeth to help with pies, so they spent the better part of the day in the kitchen.
If you will excuse me, I'm needed in the kitchen.
I think I'll take it in the kitchen.
Elisabeth yelled from the kitchen, "Sit down, shut up and keep your hands to yourself."
He trudged back into the kitchen.
You need to go back to the kitchen with Skippy until I come and get you.
In the kitchen Elisabeth teased, "Seems you have an admirer out there."
While helping Sarah prepare mimosas in the kitchen, she said, "I'm afraid Jackson may have messed with Deborah's head."
She blew him a kiss and glided back to the kitchen with her tray.
Sarah hurried to kitchen and returned with a bowl.
When they entered the kitchen, Sarah ran to Elisabeth and drew her into a bear hug.
Connor led Sarah out of the kitchen.
He stood and took the glass to the kitchen.
A quick glance around the kitchen revealed sparkling clean countertops.
Striding back to the kitchen, he deliberately removed the caduceus magnet and centered the picture on the refrigerator door – eye level.
He strolled into the kitchen and glanced around.
Katie was alone in the kitchen when Carmen entered.
There was work to do in the barn and Katie could use some quality time with her brother, so Carmen left them in the kitchen, doing dishes.
She turned toward the kitchen.
I'll meet you guys in the kitchen.
Josh released her and turned on Alex, who waited tensely in the kitchen doorway; hopelessly outmatched, but obviously determined.
She stood, avoiding his eyes, and headed for the kitchen.
In the kitchen after Josh left, and here now, when she had willingly danced with him.
He must have heard their conversation in the kitchen.
She took one look at Carmen and headed for the kitchen.
Katie came from the kitchen, balancing a full cup of steaming coffee.
The kitchen clock ticked off thirty seconds before she put down her fork and pushed away from the table.
I came out here to apologize for airing my dirty laundry on your kitchen table.
She peeked into a sparkling kitchen with a dishwasher and range - and an overhead oven.
She quelled her sense of panic, instead moving as far from them as possible to the kitchen and hoping they didn't notice her.
She backed away until the corner of the kitchen counters trapped her.
She went to the kitchen to get a meal bar, nibbling on it as he settled near the trunks containing his gear.
She searched everything again then went to the kitchen, opening all the drawers and cabinets.
I'll get it, Dan said, crossing to the kitchen, where one whole cabinet was filled with medical supplies.
He looked past her into the kitchen to see what she'd been doing.
Leery of the change in her, Brady tucked the two away and crossed to the kitchen.
The elderly woman sat at the small kitchen table, her weapons within reach.
We walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Thompson was pulling out a ham.
She led the detective through a kitchen cluttered with coffee cups, soiled plates and two half-eaten cakes.
Dean went to the kitchen and poured beers for himself and Fred.
The living room and kitchen, which faced to the south, provided an exquisite view of the surrounding countryside.
Dean heaved a deep sigh and plodded out to the kitchen for coffee.
Wednesday morning dawned with air so crisp Dean was awake before the alarm, awake to a knock down gorgeous day, "one of the ten best" prattled a cheery voice on the kitchen table radio.
Vinnie plopped down at the kitchen table.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
He went to the kitchen for two more beers.
The two of you are pretty good for a couple of kitchen table detectives.
For a moment his gaze lingered on her slender figure as she walked into the kitchen.
She grunted as she mounted the last step into the kitchen.
In fact, Carmen had spent so much time in the Reynolds kitchen growing up that neighbors began to think she belonged there.
A warm deep voice drifted in from the kitchen and Carmen's gaze riveted on the kitchen doorway.
One minute they were talking in the kitchen and then they were gone.
When she looked up, Alex was leaning against the kitchen door frame watching her.
Watching the house on the hill from the kitchen window, she knew a moment of regret when his lean silhouette disappeared into his house.
After Alex left, Carmen threw the sheets in the dryer, washed dishes and cleaned his kitchen.
It was going to be delightful cooking in this kitchen.
She marched back to the kitchen, but didn't even get through the door before the phone rang again.
This time she marched toward the kitchen, her temper rising with every step.
After she hung up, she made sure her cell phone was on and then headed for the kitchen.
From the kitchen window she stared at his house.
He was in the kitchen, rinsing his cup when she walked in.
Memories carried her into the kitchen.
She sighed heavily and turned away from the kitchen.
He released her chin and turned away, pacing the kitchen floor.
Alex had been no match for Josh there in her kitchen, but he had certainly done well for himself.
She turned to Katie, who was working a puzzle on a table in the kitchen.
Bill was talking to Alex when the men walked into the kitchen from outside.
Alex and Bill walked back into the kitchen.
Showering and dressing in jeans and a waist length blouse, she was in the Kitchen by the time Katie got up.
Katie walked into the kitchen with her hair uncombed and her eyes looking puffy.
Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she pounced on Carmen before she could get out of the kitchen.
Slipping into a pair of sandals with 2 heels, she headed for the kitchen.
Katie and Bill were in the kitchen when she arrived, and Katie already had breakfast ready.
Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn on the stereo.
Once out of bed she slipped into a nightgown and headed for the kitchen.
Washing her hands in the kitchen sink so that she wouldn't disturb him, she sneaked a peak in the refrigerator.
From now on the kitchen was her territory – just as he thought it was Katie's territory.
When it started to smell good, Alex abandoned his chair and came into the kitchen.
When she came into the kitchen with a basket of fresh eggs, he jumped up from his chair and turned red.
Alex walked around the counter and came into the kitchen, his attention focused on her.
She made the bed and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast.
He came into the kitchen freshly shaved and looking handsome in indigo jeans and a western shirt.
Supper was on the table when Alex arrived, but she remained in the kitchen.
Back in the kitchen, she loaded the dishwasher and put away leftovers.
When he came into the kitchen his expression was reflective.
She was putting the last bowl of food on the table when Alex walked into the kitchen.
She headed for the kitchen, fighting back tears.
She resumed her course to the kitchen.
He walked into the kitchen, stepped on the trash can lid opener and dropped the tester in the trash.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she put his sandwich on the table and watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink.
A few minutes later he sauntered into the kitchen and leaned against the door jam.
She dressed and went to the kitchen to warm up some food for him.
Mums opened the door, and after one look at Carmen's face, ushered her into the kitchen.
The kitchen would smell of good food and her soft neck would be as fragrant as spring flowers.
She'd be setting the table by now and the kitchen would smell of freshly fried chicken and peach cobbler.
She wandered down stairs and into the kitchen.
How many pints of fruits and vegetables had been processed in this kitchen over the years?
She dressed and went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
He spoke in a hushed tone and when he came back to the kitchen, his face was pale.
Rolling up his shirtsleeves, he washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
A gasp made her eyes open, and she looked around the kitchen.
Jenn looked up as a familiar vamp materialized in the kitchen.
She wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked to the kitchen.
She stood where she was as Darian swept past her to the kitchen.
He rose and moved towards the kitchen.
Jenn stood and tested her body when he disappeared into the kitchen.
She picked up her cheeseburger, walked to the kitchen door, and leaned against the doorframe, watching Darian flip hamburgers on the stove.
Standing in the kitchen with the man meant to be her mate, she couldn't help feeling a small kernel of longing deep inside her.
Darian retrieved more cheeseburgers and beers from the kitchen.
As the curtain lifted, the props had been changed so the room looked like a kitchen, with cardboard cut-out's of stove, sink and refrigerator.
A few minutes later the soft refrain of a violin drifted into the kitchen.
With that done, she went to the kitchen.
Little feet pounded across the living room into the kitchen and Destiny interrupted them in an excited voice.
At that point Jonathan came into the kitchen with Matthew holding on to one hand and Natalie clinging desperately to the hand on his short arm.
When she returned to the house, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.
With the house quiet, the two women retired to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and conversation.
Saturday morning Alex was lounging against the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee while she fixed breakfast.
Felipa walked into the kitchen and eyed Alex warily.
In the kitchen she paused, remembering a previous conversation with Alex.
Jonathan ghosted out of the kitchen and when he passed through the living room she stopped him.
Catching her hair up in a pony tail, she tugged on her boots and joined Alex in the kitchen.
She sighed and returned to the kitchen.
She found him in the kitchen, brooding over a cup of coffee.
When Felipa returned with the children, he was in his chair, reading the paper and Carmen was in the kitchen fixing supper.
Felipa left her charge to Alex and joined Carmen in the Kitchen.
Finally she turned and went to the kitchen.
Later, when Felipa was outside with the children and Carmen was cooking lunch, Alex wandered into the kitchen.
A familiar voice boomed from the kitchen doorway.
She excused herself, claiming she was needed in the kitchen.
It was a well-known fact that Mrs. O'Hara would never surrender her kitchen to a maid, so the alibi passed as genuine.
The first door brought her to a small bedroom, and the other to the kitchen.
A tiny bathroom off the kitchen sported a bathtub with feet, a modern commode and a sink with porcelain handles.
She turned back to the kitchen and flipped the light switch.
A back door opened off the kitchen and she descended the rock slab steps to the yard.
It would be nice to try some of the camp recipes she had picked up before leaving California, but the kitchen was hot enough without adding cooking heat.
In the kitchen they sipped tea and discussed everything from wildlife to house plants.
A piece of string she found in the kitchen would suffice.
With a sharp cry, she scrambled to the kitchen and dived under the table.
Go get them and take them to the kitchen.
In the bathroom, she paused long enough to grab a towel, which she tossed at Keaton when she met him in the kitchen.
The tree limbs visible through the kitchen window were still.
A hollow tearing sound was followed by a horrendous crash outside the kitchen window.
The window ruptured, spraying glass across the kitchen floor.
She lifted her face from his chest long enough to glance through the kitchen window and saw the huge white chunks of ice plunging to the ground.
Then she heard his footsteps coming into the kitchen and saw the bobbing flashlight as he opened the back door.
She slid out from under the table and stood, hugging herself and shivering violently as she peered out the kitchen window into the darkness.
Buttoning a long shirt over her clothes, she joined him in the kitchen, where he was scooping scrambled eggs into two plates.
Before he could question the issue further, she escaped into the kitchen.
He arrived in the kitchen with his shirt on and smiled as he sank to the bench in front of the plate she had filled for him.
Picking up his dishes, he set them in the sink and left the kitchen.
Keaton's steps faded toward the front door and then hesitated before turning back to the kitchen.
She ran to the kitchen and searched for a something sharp, settling for a rusty old butcher knife.
The hours passed without another scream and she was still sitting at the table when the first rays of morning light warmed the kitchen.
He was turning toward the kitchen as she spoke and he glanced back at her with an amused expression.
Satisfied with her image in the mirror, she stepped out of the bathroom and found a plate of scrambled eggs waiting for her in the kitchen.
The moody teen sighed but obediently left the kitchen and sat on the couch.
He ignored it and went to the kitchen for coffee, the only human beverage he was able to tolerate.
The stage kitchen was dark, except for red candles around the counter area where he did the prep for whatever he was making.
It too, held the welcoming atmosphere of a hospital waiting room, with a living room, expansive kitchen, informal dining area and hallways leading off each side of the common areas.
Jessi walked into the kitchen and set the cat's bowls on the floor along with the cat.
Xander was in the kitchen, a few feet away, still gazing at her in a way that told her he really didn't know what to think.
He left the kitchen, his air no longer calm.
She frowned then walked through the kitchen to reach the stairs rather than cross through the living area, where he stood.
She all but fled up the stairs to the kitchen, heading towards the iPad.
He stood outside the kitchen.
He was standing a few feet from her, outside the kitchen.
She peered out of the kitchen and saw he'd gone back to the porch, apparently done talking to her.
Jessi led him up the stairs to the kitchen, not caring what Xander said about staying where he could see her.
She snatched it and went to the kitchen, still rattled by their earlier interaction.
He entered the kitchen, stopping too close for her comfort.
His eerie red eyes swept over her again before he slid away, out of the kitchen.
From that exchange in the kitchen I overheard, I'd say you drew his attention.
Standing in the kitchen, she snatched a pen from her purse and hastily scribbled a note.
Jessi shook her head and went to the tiny kitchen.
Jessi crossed to the kitchen to start dinner for her cousins, mind on how she was going to get out of this mess, if she wasn't able to get the necklace.
The door to his bedroom was open, and there was a note on the iPad that sat within plain view on the kitchen counter nearest the stairs.
Jessi went to the kitchen and got herself a mug then returned to the porch and sat down in the chair with its back to the blonde on the beach.
With a shake of her head, she retreated to the kitchen to prep his coffee and feed the cat.
He leaned across the kitchen, trapping her between his two arms.
Held against his body, she couldn't imagine she had, but she was still standing in the kitchen.
He strode out of the kitchen, leaving her alone to try to regain her senses.
She whirled and marched into the kitchen.
Her rustling around the kitchen – including dropping a can of chicken – didn't wake him.
Jessi straightened up the kitchen then went to Xander's bedroom.
Jessi retreated to the kitchen when they entered, glancing at her phone every few minutes.
Instead, he went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.
She went to the kitchen, surprised at how shaken she already felt.
When she returned to the kitchen, Xander was gone.
She danced away, through the kitchen and down the stairs, not about to be carried out of his apartment like they were cave people.
Xander watched as Jessi went through a routine of straightening the kitchen.
She scanned over the comfortable furniture and past the living room to a large kitchen and dining area before her gaze returned to the two forms seated on the balcony.
In small houses all requirements may be satisfied with a boiler heated by the kitchen fire.
Upon Andrew Jackson's election to the presidency, the Telegraph became the principal mouthpiece of the administration, and received printing patronage estimated in value at $50,000 a year, while Green became one of the coterie of unofficial advisers of Jackson known as the "Kitchen Cabinet."
In the boulevard of the Bala Khiaban is a kitchen supported by the revenues of the shrine, where 800 persons are fed daily."
Carrots, cabbages, turnips and rape, not yet cultivated in the fields, are mentioned among the herbs and roots for the kitchen.
In the first edition of the Improver Improved no mention is made of clover, nor in the second of turnips, but in the third, clover is treated of at some length, and turnips are recommended as an excellent cattle crop, the culture of which should be extended from the kitchen garden to the field.
His personality drew a number of strong men after him, and a society meeting held in a kitchen and then in a warehouse became the nucleus of a circuit, a chapel being built at Tunstall in July 1811, two months after the fusion of the Bourne and Clowes forces.
Curd soap and London grey mottled are prepared from kitchen or ship fat, whilst fuller's fat is employed in the manufacture of soft soaps.
From it the native draws lumber for his hut, utensils for his kitchen, thatch for his roof, medicines, preserved delicacies, and a long list of other articles.
Among the manufactures are cut glass, stoves and ranges, kitchen furniture, guns, thread-cutting machines, brooms and agricultural implements.
He became the servant of Amar Das, helped in the public kitchen, shampooed his master, drew water, brought firewood from the forest, and helped in the excavation of a well which Amar Das was constructing at Goindwal.
In the kitchen is the box bed in which the poet was born, and many of the articles of furniture belonged to his family.
He began life as a scullion in the imperial kitchen, became cook, then pursebearer to Khosrev Pasha, and so, by wit and favour, rose to be master of the horse, "pasha of two tails," and governor of a series of important cities and sanjaks.
By day he concealed himself in cupboards or under furniture, and by night he groped his way into the royal kitchen to eat whatever he could find.
The outer court, which is much the larger, contains the granaries and storehouses (K), and the kitchen (H) and other offices connected with the refectory (G).
The kitchen, buttery and offices are reached by a passage from the west end of the refectory, and are connected with the bakehouse and brewhouse, which are placed still farther away.
The southern side is occupied by the "refectory" (K), from the west end of which by a vestibule the kitchen (L) is reached.
A detached building belonging to each contains a bath and a kitchen.
Each is provided with its own brewhouse and bakehouse, and that for travellers of a superior order has a kitchen and storeroom, with bedrooms for their servants and stables for their horses.
He was, therefore, appropriately lodged in the immediate vicinity of the refectory and kitchen, and close to the guest-hall.
Considerable portions of this remain, including the abbot's parlour, celebrated as "the Jerusalem Chamber," his hall, now used for the Westminster King's Scholars, and the kitchen and butteries beyond.
With a distinct entrance from the outer court was the kitchen court (F), with its buttery, scullery and larder, and the important adjunct of a stream of running water.
Advancing into the inner court, the buildings devoted to hospitality are found close to the entrance; while those connected with the supply of the material wants of the brethren, - the kitchen, cellars, &c., - form a court of themselves outside the cloister and quite detached from the church.
He therefore bought back the sheets, says Calamy, for an old song, bound them and sold them in his own shop. This in turn was complained of, and he had to beg pardon on his knees before the council-table; and the remaining copies were sentenced to be "bisked," or rubbed over with an inky brush, and sent back to the kitchen for lighting fires.
To these we have to add buildings for the attendants, kitchen, bakehouse, &c., and farm buildings.
The kitchen with its offices (V) lies behind the refectory, accessible from the outer court without entering the cloister.
The dining-hall was at the back (north-east), the kitchen on the north-west side.
On the same side with the kitchen, and also on the opposite side (south-east), there were some smaller rooms.
The great fair for which it was formerly famous has lost its importance, but the town remains the centre of a variety of domestic trades - tailoring, the manufacture of leather, and the making of boots and small enamelled ikons (sacred images); it is also famous for its kitchen gardening and the export of pickled and dried vegetables and medical herbs.
The place is a centre for artists, geologists and botanists, for the ascent of Snowdon, Moel Siabod, Glydyr Fawr, Glydyr Fach, Tryfan, &c., and for visiting Llyn Ogwen, Llyn Idwal, Twll du (Devil's Kitchen), Nant Ffrancon and the Penrhyn quarries.
Organic acids such as vinegar, common salt, the natural ingredients of food, and the various extraneous substances used as food preservatives, alone or mixed together, dissolve traces of it if boiled for any length of time in a chemicallyclean vessel; but when aluminium utensils are submitted to the ordinary routine of the kitchen, being used to heat or cook milk, coffee, vegetables, meat and even fruit, and are also cleaned frequently in the usual fashion, no appreciable quantity of metal passes into the food.
The form of the kitchen and fruit garden should be square or oblong, rather than curvilinear, since the working and cropping of the ground can thus be more easily carried out.
One advantage of using edgings of this kind, especially in kitchen gardens, is that they do not harbour slugs and similar vermin, which all live edgings do, and often to a serious extent, if they are left to grow large.
Whatever the seeds, the ground should be made tolerably firm both beneath and above them; this may be done by treading in the case of most kitchen garden crops, which are also better sown in drills, this admitting the more readily of the ground being kept clear from weeds by hoeing.
Plant evergreens; lay and put in cuttings of most of the hard-wooded sorts of shrubby plants October Kitchen Garden.
In March flower seeds and vegetable seeds may be sown in boxes or flats in the greenhouse, or in residence windows, or near the kitchen stove.
He liked good eating and drinking, although even here the cost was sharply looked after, the expenses of his kitchen mounting to no higher figure than 1800 a year.
Having a military point of view, he was inclined to look upon the cabinet members as inferior officers, and when in need of advice he usually consulted a group of personal friends, who came to be called the "Kitchen Cabinet."
One was reputed to be his kitchen, another his cellar, a third his stable, while the hill above was styled the King's Hill.
Of the vast range of buildings for the accommodation of the monks hardly any part remains except the abbot's kitchen, noteworthy for its octagonal interior (the exterior plan being square, with the four corners filled in with fireplaces and chimneys), the porter's lodge and the abbey barn.
The harem, with separate provisions for four wives, occupied the south corner, the domestic quarters, including stables, kitchen, bakery, wine cellar, &c., being at the east corner, to the north-east of the great entrance court.
Butter and honey were exported to supply the sultan's kitchen at Stambul; wax and cattle to Venice; and the red and white wine of Walachia, notably that of Pitesei, to Transylvania.
Of public institutions there are baths, ribats, or hospices, for poor pilgrims from India, Java, &c., a hospital and a public kitchen for the poor.
His Tabula Quantitatum et Graduum Caloris contains a comparative scale of temperature from that of melting ice to that of a small kitchen fire.
The kitchen gardens of the Mahommedans are, as a rule, admirably kept.
In the midst of these is the house of the staryeshina, which contains the common kitchen, eating hall, and family hall of the entire homestead.
The slaves slept on the ground in the kitchen or in cabins outside the fort.
His choice rhetoric stigmatized the dean of St Patrick's as assheaded, a blockhead who cared only for his kitchen and his belly.
From Ireland, accompanied by some bands of German mercenaries procured for him in the Low Countries, he invaded England; but the rising was put down at Stoke near Newark in Nottinghamshire, and, Simnel being captured, the king made him a menial of his kitchen.
In the production of pod-fruits and kitchen vegetables Spain is ahead of many other countries.
On the other side of the kitchen, with an arched door leading back to the living room, was a room that could only be described as the staircase room.
After the meal, he remained in the kitchen, sitting at the table, watching her while she put the leftovers away and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
I'd downed my bourbon and ginger and was about to return when my cell phone, on the kitchen counter, began to ring.
Even in the kitchen, the fruits and vegetables that gave a splash of color to her kitchen were hidden away.
Several of the Guardians were in the kitchen making sandwiches or rifling through the massive pantry.
Several of the Guardians were gathered in the informal dining area at the far end of the kitchen, laughing and talking as they played cards.
Yully's breath caught, and her thoughts went to the Guardian in the kitchen.
The first floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern, side, and across from it a dining room and adjacent kitchen.
Westlake took an immediate interest in four pieces of bargain glassware and a couple of tin kitchen utensils.
When he joined the Deans in the bakery-smelling kitchen, any apparent distress over his pending jury duty had vanished like a last piece of pie, replaced with jokes about grand-fatherhood and changing diapers.
Dean's day was calming down, mellowed by his minimal consumption of ale and the coziness of Bird Song's kitchen.
He decided on kitchen sink soup—four night's leftovers stewed with a couple of cloves of garlic for a kicker.
Carmen was in the kitchen decorating a cake for Church tomorrow and Jonathan was sprawled out on the window seat, reading a book.
She shook her head to clear her anger and sat with her back to the counter, forcing herself to concentrate on the shadow world and tapping into Rhyn.s power despite the sounds of demons fighting so near the kitchen.
Dean went to the kitchen, returning with a dustpan and whisk broom, only to be rewarded with a stern lecture on his insensitivity when he made motions to pitch the little varmint out in the snow.
Cynthia was already at the kitchen table, amid sweet smelling scents of the morning fare of fresh cranberry scones, the ubiquitous notebook and a scattering of paper spread before her.
As the Deans entered the kitchen they both saw with dismay, Effie Quincy, seated at the table, milk glass in one hand, and the Annie Quincy notebook in the other.
He smiled as he began scratching the message in the tiniest letters he could muster at the very base of the pane—just as he had done on the other window, days earlier, after she'd left her ring on the kitchen counter to wash dishes.
Her hand appeared at the kitchen doorway holding a remote control.
He moseyed to the kitchen to bolster his sparse lunch where he found Fred eating sauerkraut, a gift from a neighbor lady, directly from a jar.
From now on the kitchen was her territory – just as he thought it was Katie's territory.
Without waiting for him to acknowledge her, she leaned over him and plopped it down, unconcerned with spilling it, before returning to the kitchen for the pot.
Her rustling around the kitchen – including dropping a can of chicken – didn't wake him.
The public area comprises an entrance hall with stairs leading to the first floor landing, living room, dining room and kitchen.
The Shippen - sleeps 4 A very nice large lounge with dining alcove, separate kitchen with fridge freezer.
This variety carries over into the suburban garden where they will also eat allsorts of kitchen scraps and bird foods.
The property boasts sealed unit double glazing, gas radiator central heating, fitted kitchen with integrated appliances.
They seem to have attempted a country kitchen theme, ignoring the fine late Victorian architecture of the place.
Facilities include bathroom with wheel in shower, electric rise and recline armchair and modified kitchen.
There is a well-equipped kitchen with fitted oak units and three pretty bedrooms, the master bedroom having a four-poster bed.
Kitchen and chat i think that party guests also the integrated bidet.
The first job was to empty the kitchen waste bin into the compost bin on the plot.
Inside, on the ground floor, the aroma of fresh coffee and home-made biscuits filled the circular kitchen.
The small kitchen area - complete with tiled roof - is presided over by a very friendly, middle-aged Irish bloke.
I did notice a novel on the kitchen table, once, but they don't have a bookshelf.
At twelve Paul worked as a kitchen boy and later was employed in local brickyards and shipyards.
Kitchen Confidential is a sitcom set in a classy New York restaurant and it's rag-tag bunch of chefs and waiters.
Out for collection in the large storage bin, not in the small kitchen caddie, as the caddie is not securable against animals.
You should have received a brown 5-litre kitchen caddy that can be used to put food waste in.
Food waste from the kitchen caddy should be emptied into the larger storage bin for collection.
A folding camper will contain a kitchen unit inside the cabin.
Last thing before you go to bed extinguish all candles, empty ashtrays, check the kitchen and close all doors.
Installation does not include any carpentry required to install into kitchen units.