In consequence she nearly always forgot
about dinner until a point slightly beyond way too late.
By taking just five minutes first thing in the morning, I can completely forget
about dinner until it's time to eat.
Not exact matches
My sister said something
about politics and they got back into their lifelong conversation
about substance and illusion and sin and grace and I shot and shot and shot and shot and shot
until dark and
dinner.
I'll talk a big game
about sharing life with fellow Christians, but then I'll avoid inviting friends over for
dinner until the house is clean, or I'll write down other people's prayer requests without volunteering any of my own.
This Paleo chicken soup crock pot recipe is nourishing and easy to set and forget
about it all day
until dinner time.
Remember one thing, I didn't eat breakfast because I didn't have
dinner until about 12:30 am on Wednesday night, so Thursdays breakfast was just coffee since I wasn't really hungry.
I made it at lunchtime and chilled it in the refrigerator
until about 2 hours before
dinner.
● Melt butter in hot milk ● Add to yeast mixture ● Add flour 1 cup at a time
until comes away from sides of the bowl ● Knead
until soft and smooth ● Let sit (it says 5 - 6 minutes but I left it for 15 minutes ● Shape dough by forming a 12X8 rectagle and fold / roll and pinch the dough up on it's self lengthwise ● Butter and sprinkle cornmeal on a cookie sheet ● Place dough on sheet let double (I left mine for
about 2 hours since I went to
dinner but the directions say 50 - 60 minutes, but more times means more air which I like) ● Bake in preheated oven at 425F for 30 - 40 minutes.
Serving upscale yet approachable tavern food including «Chicago's Best Burger No One's Talking
About» as named by The Chicago Reader in June 2015, The Harding Tavern is open for brunch, lunch, and
dinner seven days a week from 11:00 a.m.
until 2:00 a.m., Monday through Friday and from 10:00 a.m.
until 2:00 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday.
Bake the proofed
dinner rolls for
about 15 - 20 minutes or
until the top of the
dinner rolls turn golden brown.
I actually made this chili months ago and completely forgot
about it
until I gleefully discovered a container of it while scavenging my freezer for
dinner one night.
Or place tortilla on
dinner plate and microwave
until cheese is melted,
about 20 seconds.
The best thing
about this pasta is I can make the sauce and toss it with the pasta in the afternoon then just loosely cover it with plastic wrap and let it sit out at room temperature
until dinner time.
One for the person who wakes up salivating — on a mission to eat everything in sight (and gives zero shits
about the Thanksgiving Day Parade)-- and another for the person who likes to play it safe (preferably from the couch, while watching aforementioned parade)(childhood nostalgia, yo) up
until the time
dinner rolls around.
On today's episode, Pépin chats with editor in chief Adam Rapoport
about developing his love of food while growing up in France in the 1940s and»50s, partying
until 6 A.M. after
dinner service, and his unabashed love of New York City hotdogs.
We managed to wait
until after
dinner to dig into that pint, but I had to blog
about it first because I was quite excited.
I have had
dinner with a graduate student in his rooms who talked
about his Ph.D. dissertation on Wallace Stevens
until it was time for a replay on television of the Frazier - Mathis fight, on which he had previously bet.
Generally, we wait
until dinner time or at least some time significantly after the kids have gotten home to aks question
about their day.
Then after
dinner I will let her go to sleep
until about 10:30 p.m..
Trystan wakes somewhere between 7 and 9 generally, gerber cereal with fruit (whole container) and a 6oz bottle, play time, nap around 11/12 for an hr / hr n a half, 1 pm lunch a veggie w / mixed grains and a 6oz bottle, then play time, snack of a gerber mixed fruit or fruit «smoothie», and a 4oz bottle, play
until grandma and grandpa get home then nap around 6 for
about an hour,
dinner gerber meat and veggie, play
until 8/830, get ready for bed 8oz cereal bottle, then read a book and snuggle watching our nightly shows
until Trystan falls asleep around 930/10 sometimes earlier depending how the day went.
We also are very intentional
about putting our work away by 5 or 6 pm, having
dinner, and spending time with the kids
until bedtime.
One I can quickly do
dinner from even frozen chicken in
about 25 mins, or I can pop it in earlier when I have time and let it slow cook
until dinner.
There are still
about 10 minutes before
dinner is served, you can play for five minutes and then help, or help and then play
until dinner is ready.»
Not so ideal: I do two plank holds, forget
about the rest
until after
dinner, and am forced to do the remaining minutes on a full stomach.
Once you've mastered this, slowly increase the time between
dinner and breakfast
until you're at
about 14 to 16 hours of fasting and 8 to 10 hours of eating every day — your gut will thank you!
For instance, let's say you have a snack every day at
about 3 pm to tide you over
until dinner.
I would work
until 5 pm, drive the 45 minutes home and then would cook
dinner so it would be ready by 7 pm, have a shower, and then have
about 1 hour to chill with my husband (boyfriend at the time) before I went to sleep and did it all again.
So you load this slow cooker chickpea curry into the machine, turn it on to high or low depending on how long you'll be out for, and while you're carrying
about your business it's doing it's thing, slowly but surely,
until dinner time rolls around and you've got a satisfying vegetarian curry all ready to go.
My
dinner isn't
until 7 - 8 ish and I'm a little concerned
about eating so many carbs that late at night.
If I stop eating after
dinner (
about 6) then I feel better and the next day I don't feel like breakfast
until an hour or two after waking up (so I eat at 8 or 9 am).
As our schedules have gotten fuller, we are pretty picky
about how we spend our time and
until now have not had the option to enjoy
dinner AND a movie in the same venue unless we drive at least 30 minutes from Denver.
This usually results in some online shopping, browsing different stores, adding jewelry to my cart, thinking
about the pieces, walking away to make
dinner, taking the dog for a walk... forgetting the jewelry is in my cart
until I return to my closet the following day and start the cycle all over again.
Things were great
until dinner, when everybody started asking us
about the project.
But all you really hear
about from January
until February 14th is candy hearts, fancy
dinners, and life - sized teddy bears that cost $ 90 (it's a real thing folks).
i am loving caring serious
about realationships i like travel
dinner out dancing movies music the trpe of person is loving caring serious always there for each other will always be there for each other i will always support her and spend the rest of my life with her and love her
until i die i will a...
You think
about your luxury lifestyle you are enjoying in the future, sleeping
until whatever time you like, then have breakfast on the bed, going out golfing, eat
dinner in expensive restaurants, get home, go to bed and enjoy romance.
If you're interested in going out to a restaurant in the city, many of them are quite busy during the
dinner hour from
about 6 or 7 pm
until 10 pm on most nights of the week.
Stan's nephew was also involved in the incident, but his brother, Paul (Steve Coogan), who doesn't have the kindest words to say
about his older brother, doesn't know
about that
until... the
dinner.
Maggie raises the girl, Cody (Coleman,
Dinner with Friends),
until she is six years old, but something is strange
about Cody's behavior and is diagnosed with autism.
Carrie ***, 20, has been caring for her mum and younger siblings since she was six but didn't realise
until she learnt
about young carers at school in Year 8, although she was carrying out caring responsibilities daily, including making
dinner, bathing her mum and putting her to bed and helping her siblings with their homework.
(I can't begin to count the number of novel projects I sold over a lunch or
dinner up
until about 1996.
Ironically, we were both feeling that this wasn't a good financial decision but neither of us said anything,
until one night at
dinner we both expressed that we weren't feeling good
about it.
On day two of Poopapalooza, they were doing well and even had a solid poop
until about 4 hours after their final puppy vaccinations and
dinner time (when they ate their normal food) when the diarrhea returned.
I waited patiently for months but heard nothing
until about a week before the big day when an e-mail arrived in my inbox containing directions to the restaurant along with a cryptic final set of instructions: «If anyone asks who you are, just say you're friends of Laura's coming over for a
dinner party.»
A bowl of fruit salad mixed with coconut cream, tapioca balls, and jelly cubes with crushed ice will only run you
about 20,000 dong as a sweet snack to tide you over
until dinner.
Our cowboy driver captured our attention and didn't let go
until we arrived
about 20 minutes later at the cabin for
dinner.
«He would work all day,» he said, «and then, after
dinner, at
about 10 o'clock, he would often go straight back to his studio and work
until four or five in the morning.
100
Dinners: 1 May
until 9 August 2006 When we launched Stormhoek in the blogosphere last year, we sent out
about 100 bottles to bloggers in the UK, Ireland, and France.
It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la»
about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt
about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client
until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive
dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking
about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.