His bread and meat are sweet.
She chopped at the hamburger meat in the skillet with a spatula.
She ate the meat and drank some of the cool water.
You will be offered Elk and Bison meat while you're here.
She paused with the meat half way to her mouth.
He said she could buy all the meat and milk she needed.
The meat was meant for outdoor grilling, but the rain kept us inside.
Finally she put the knife down and started putting the sliced meat in a plastic container.
Jessi pressed the meat of her palms to her eyes and calmed herself.
It was here that the prisoners for the first time received horseflesh for their meat ration.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
She rolled the pieces of meat in flour and fried them.
Carmen passed him the pan of meat and vegetables.
She pressed the meat of her palms to her eyes.
A few of us hunt every night for meat then have a bonfire to cook it up.
Her idea that they would provide meat and milk didn't impress Alex.
You don't have to buy expensive cuts of meat just because they are, but I'm sure you'd enjoy buying some meat that you don't have to play wizard on so they won't be tough.
He moved close and pressed some meat into her hand.
Over pie and coffee that followed a meat loaf dinner, Betsy asked the question on all our minds.
The meat of the deal was private, was it not?
They only had 4 does and a buck, but that was enough to provide them with all the rabbit meat they could use.
Located right off the kitchens, the cafeteria was awash with the smells of bread, fruit pies and the jerk-spiced meat the Caribbean was renowned for.
She pressed the meat of her hands to her eyes to keep from crying again.
A little mortal meat, some cheese and crackers.
She nearly leapt past her escort when he entered the banquet hall, the scents of roasted meat and a million other things making her stomach roar.
There was already food on her plate --meat from an unnamed source, vegetables, bread.
When he motioned to the meat, she looked toward the spit and then lied.
The scents of fresh bread and some sort of meat cooking nearly nailed her to the ground as she rounded the corner.
It was hard to reconcile the man before her with the creature that tore apart bodies like meat in a blender.
It looked like real food packed on the low tables with meat, gravies, and tons of dishes of what might have been casseroles of varying colors.
She stared at a tray of meat for a long moment.
Mison motioned for those at his table to eat, and she reached for the plate of meat before her before Romas or any of his brothers could assist her.
She dipped everything she tried-- from meat to casseroles with odd textures-- in the clear broth.
Her hand dropped to her side, fingernails digging into the meat of her palms.
He turned his fork over, examining the meat more thoroughly.
He sampled the meat again and shrugged.
Kelli greeted one of the men with a kiss and a quick hug before going to the woman cutting chunks of meat off the deer.
She mirrored the movement, feeding meat to Jack as she ate.
The meat was well cooked and tender, which made up for the lack of seasonings.
Jack helped her eat her meat and then finished off the rice and beans.
Besides, it would give them meat for conversation.
While not strictly a meat-and-potatoes guy, he felt more comfortable with a meal he could recognize, like the weekday special at Uncle Sally's Galley, not something tiny and exotic, wrapped in dainty strands of imported grass.
Canned goat milk wasn't the same and goat meat wasn't exactly in high demand in this area.
She still had some meat in her freezer, as well as some frozen colostrum.
I like fresh rabbit meat every once in a while, and I like taking care of rabbits.
As he picked up a knife and sliced the meat, he mused.
I no longer feel like meat dangling over a hungry lion's cage.
When they reached the meat locker housing her mate, Darian planted both hands on her shoulders before she turned.
They also put in some bread and meat and other food, enough for several weeks.
Whether it is the notion of manufacturing meat or having the computer tell you what you should order at the restaurant, you may have cringed and thought, "Man, that's kind of creepy."
The savoury odour of the meat made me hungry long before the tables were set.
If working every day were not my trade, I could get all the meat I should want by hunting-pigeons, woodchucks, rabbits, partridges--by gosh!
Were preserved meats invented to preserve meat merely?
She ignored the meat, fixing him with a cold stare.
Dean asked, jumping up to move the meat from the splattering grease.
Chest heaving, he gazed around the meat locker to assess how many bodies were present.
Gabriel moved through the meat locker, unaffected by the cold after the half hour battle.
Why was it that anything dead was dead meat to a man?
Our last one was about guarding your little meat-cicle, right, Rhyn?
She gently bit into the meat and when she had eaten most of it, pulled the bone from his hand and laid on the floor chewing on it.
He nodded, forking some of the meat onto his plate.
Alex paused with the fork half way to his mouth and studied the meat uneasily.
Meat preparation there, breads and everything else there, then the last building is where we cook.
He felt like a packaged pound of dog meat after slightly less than three hours sandwiched in his warm and comfortable bed between Ethel Rosewater's last frenzied spasm of pleasure and the screaming alarm clock.
Alex was already putting sandwich meat on the table, so she got the condiments from the refrigerator.
Even if you didn't need the meat, you might want the variety.
Suddenly, she smelled a feast of meat and bread.
Memon inspected the hold and the city until late afternoon, when the scent of roasting meat wafted from the massive kitchens behind the hold through the city.
Refreshed and clean, she made herself a sandwich of lunch meat and scratched her way through half of a novel before she gave up and went to the bathroom to search for some kind of ointment.
On the table were plates, knives and forks, and dishes of bread, meat and fruits.
The meat was smoking hot and the knives and forks were performing strange antics and jumping here and there in quite a puzzling way.
Three centuries later, it became a hereditary right and came with a daily ration of two pounds of bread ("Hey, you don't expect us to cook the free grain, do you?") and occasionally included meat, olive oil, and salt.
Or that taste like meat, taking pastureland off the grid.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
The moon will not sour milk nor taint meat of mine, nor will the sun injure my furniture or fade my carpet; and if he is sometimes too warm a friend, I find it still better economy to retreat behind some curtain which nature has provided, than to add a single item to the details of housekeeping.
But as it turns out, just at that moment a third enemy rises before us--namely the Orthodox Russian soldiers, loudly demanding bread, meat, biscuits, fodder, and whatnot!
A Frenchman who had just pushed a Russian soldier away was squatting by the fire, engaged in roasting a piece of meat stuck on a ramrod.
Paul Dawkins wandered out as Dean was turning the meat, finishing his second beer, and planning his weight loss campaign.