At least have some toast or bacon.
He tasted the toast and nodded approvingly.
Toast would be fine.
Should I toast Jeffrey Byrne, or at least his memory?
He found a bottle of scotch and insisted we toast our success.
The Deans were up at the first pink of dawn, but they didn't beat Fred O'Connor, who had already perked coffee, cracked eggs, and burned toast for their morning breakfast.
She dropped the piece of toast and darted out the front door, locking it behind her.
I cook, but mostly toast and tea, and soup in the late afternoon.
Mrs. Cummings, I think, suspects, though low health now keeps her to her bed and back, except for bodily duties, and to sit up for soup and toast a time or two a day.
As Dean smeared his whole-wheat toast with a coating of peanut butter, Fred poured the coffee, a sure sign he was looking for a favor.
He took a bite of the toast and she was certain he was waiting for a response.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Dean looked up from squeezing honey from a plastic bear onto a piece of whole wheat toast smeared with peanut butter.
Cynthia buttered her toast while Dean dribbled orange blossom honey on three leftover rolls from last night's supper.
If it were a person, it still couldn't even order a beer to toast itself for all it has done in such a short time.
After early toast, cereal, and requisite coffee, we were on our way.
As Dean ate his one poached egg, absent toast, the phone rang.
Quinn asked the question over oatmeal and raisin toast on Saturday morning.
The next morning Molly beat us awake by enough time for her to make oatmeal and toast and hand deliver it to our bed.
"I can use all the peace the good Lord can offer," Dean answered, as toast popped up in a puff of smoke.
I would like to ask everyone to raise their glass in a toast to my sister and her new husband, Sarah and Connor; a pair who complement each other perfectly.
At a convivial gathering on the, 8th of November he supported a toast to "the speedy abolition of all hereditary titles and feudal distinctions," and gave proof of his zeal by expressly repudiating his own title - a performance for which he was dismissed from the army.
The old count rose once more, glanced at a note lying beside his plate, and proposed a toast, "To the health of the hero of our last campaign, Prince Peter Ivanovich Bagration!" and again his blue eyes grew moist.
As soon as the singing was over, another and another toast was proposed and Count Ilya Rostov became more and more moved, more glass was smashed, and the shouting grew louder.
His first wife died in June 1743 at Aschaffenburg, and in April 1744 he married Lady Sophia Fermor, daughter of Lord Pomfret - a fashionable beauty and "reigning toast" of London society, who was younger than his daughters.
At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.