Sentences with phrase «bread bag at»

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Think about it; if you were unlucky enough to buy into the stock market at the peak in 2008, just before the financial crisis hit full force, your gains (excluding dividends) wouldn't buy you much more than two loaves of price - fixed bread at Loblaws and a bag of President's Choice sour grapes.

This one moment at the Farmers Market, when your hands are full of garden flowers, and there is homemade jam in the stroller basket, and your son is dragging a canvas bag full of tomatoes and spinach and cucumbers bumpity - bump down the street, and your daughter is telling someone's great - grandmother that her sister's name is Evelynn, too, and there is a piano on the corner of the parking lot thumping, and someone is singing loud, and you can smell the goodness of honest bread.

I once tried these grain - free bread rolls when I bought a bag of frozen grain - free rolls (freezer aisle at Whole Foods).

You know how you get mobbed by ducks at the park when you have a bag of bread?

Brazilian cheese bread is so popular that nowadays you can buy it in stores all over the country called «Casa do Pao de Queijo» (Home of the Cheese Bread), or as a dry mix, in colorful bags available at most grocery stores.

People who complain about bad bread is because they purchase bagged bread at the supermarket.

Never store homemade gluten free bread in a sealed plastic bag at room temperature.

The husband either threw a bag of cornmeal at her and missed, but spilled it into the dough; or he grabbed cornmeal instead of flour and tried to finish her bread.

This signature white sandwich loaf, an updated version of King Arthur's popular Walter Sands Basic White Bread, is the «go - to» bread for breakfast toast, brown - bag PB & Js, or a grilled - cheese - and - soup supper for many of us here at King Arthur Flour.

Store leftover bread in a plastic bag at room temperature.

To store the bread, I use paper bags and keep the loaf at room temperature.

My everyday bread is not anything like the square shaped, soft sliced bread you might buy in a bag at the grocery store because I like bread that you can sink your teeth into, that is healthy for you, but that tastes great too.

For those of us lucky enough to cook our own meals, shopping usually entails a trip to the local vegetable market to see what is in season, followed by a stop at the local naan shop for either freshly baked flat bread (which, in Afghanistan, is very good) or a bag of dough to use as pizza or bread base in home - made recipes.

At lunchtime, while Christophe and I eat our snack of Ukrainian pork fat, black bread, and red caviar, the organizers hand us blue garbage bags.

This cloth bag is perfect for carrying around items like bread, apples, or other items at the grocery store or farmer's market.

Place one chicken piece at a time into a plastic bag with prepared breading mixture, reseal and shake to coat thoroughly.

I don't actually miss the carbs at all, which is amazing in itself, considering I could eat half a pound of bread with a salad, or half a bag of pasta.

12:00 p.m. — I eat lunch at my desk: I mix a Peach DeTox tea with one bag of green tea for a little caffeine boost, and have zoodles, red sauce, and some leftover bread from last night.

If no such supplies are available at trail heads, a one - gallon plastic storage bag or an empty bread wrapper will do the trick.

Ania and I went to buy bread and in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy plastic bags, vomiting into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking in circles, talking out loud to no one in front of a fruit stand; little boys, none older than 11, all huffing shoe glue out of black plastic bags to get a 10 - minute high; and a group of plump ladies sorting through garbage in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.

Will consider: Long term lets (over 1 month) Short - breaks (minimum 3 nights) We can accept payments by cheque or bank transfer in GBP or euros Welcome Pack can be supplied at a cost of 10 (bread, milk, juice, 6 eggs, frankfurters, tea bags etc) Please note that for arrivals on a Saturday night there are no shops open on a Sunday.

There are the aforementioned carbs (i.e. her famous bread bags, including my personal favorite, the «challah backpack»), paintings of friends like Paloma Elsesser, India Salvor Menuez, and Hari Nef (at the party, Nef proudly shouted that she wanted to «show off [her] nudes»), and a Chanel sex swing.

I strategically placed one cup hooks at the corners and using bread bag twist ties, secured the bottom.

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.