Sentences with phrase «coming over for dinner in»

I prepared this dish for my parents who came over for dinner in celebration of their 29th year wedding anniversary.

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In seasons one and two, they were like, «Hey, you want to come over for Thanksgiving dinner?»

I have sat in restaurants and had people who I am sitting with, when people come over to talk to me, they say, «Come on, we're eating dinner here»... and I let it go for a while and then I turn to that person or those people and I say the following sentence: «How do you think we got this tacome over to talk to me, they say, «Come on, we're eating dinner here»... and I let it go for a while and then I turn to that person or those people and I say the following sentence: «How do you think we got this taCome on, we're eating dinner here»... and I let it go for a while and then I turn to that person or those people and I say the following sentence: «How do you think we got this table?

If you have friends over to your house for dinner, and you pull out some family videos about your children, are you going to show clips of all the times they misbehaved, threw fits, wrecked the car, got in fights, failed classes, came home drunk, and every other bad thing your children did while they were growing up?

Parents, you call your kids in for dinner, or you call someone on the phone to invite them to come over for an evening of fellowship.

My neighbour, who had lived in Morocco for many years, came over for dinner and gave it a resounding thumbs up and said it tasted just as it should.

I looked in the fridge a few weeks ago trying to decide what to make for dinner... Isn't it funny how we have such a struggle trying to decide what to make every day... My daughter and I would ask each other, what are we making for dinner, and we'd say «Oh ya, that meal that just keeps coming over and over again».

Not having any pain Poilâne in my house on the day I made this did not prove an issue because what I DID have was a gift from a friend who had come over for dinner the night before — muffins from the Boulevard Raspail market here in Paris.

This numbers among the reasons it's easy to convince Jill, my older sister who lives in Gramercy and is now the proud city driver of a car, to come for dinner over the weekend.

But somehow it doesn't cease to make him (or me) happy when every time he comes over for dinner, some large amalgamation of smokey chipotle chiles are served, and all of the non-Mexicans in the room are popping Zantac and reaching for water.

I told her that I'd make some dinner, which in my world means «come over and eat whatever it was I cooked for the blog today.»

This sounds perfect to drizzle over my chicken livers for dinner... or to cook them in... or to add to a pate... or the salad or... I feel some experimenting coming on!

My friend Melanie Rose loves coming over and picking up tricks in the kitchen from quick weeknight 30 minute meals to more complex techniques for head turning dinner parties.

Perhaps the most fun I had in creating the dinner came from making the faux chalkboard signs I hung over the food to provide inspiration for custom creations at the buffet.

It's also great to keep in the freezer and just slice off a few to bake when people come over for dinner.

The invite the salps over for dinner idea has yet to be shown doable (100 million plus giant drain pipes in the Gulf of Mexico that somehow utilize wave action to upwell nutrients) and would come close to a billion tons a year if it worked.

Today is a bank holiday in Ireland and we have some friends coming over for dinner.

My friend had come over for a glass of wine before dinner and I had some spelt already cooked in the fridge.

Kelly, Mitch and Emma came over for dinner on Friday night, Saturday we celebrated our friend Becca's birthday with a greek - themed cook out, and Sunday our family went to dinner at our friend Kelsey's place in Winnetka.

She has come in handy many times over the years (holiday parties, fancy dinner's, etc) and it was a no brainer for the rehearsal dinner.

So before they come to a head, address the small contentious issues; maybe your partner tends to prioritize social engagements over dinner dates for the two of you, maybe they simply leave the laundry in the washing machine longer than you would like — whatever it may be, working through these small things is important because when you get to the big issues you will have had practice in the art of compromise and conflict resolution.

Be consistent: Looking for love on one profile with roses, candlelit dinners and romantic mini-breaks as the desired outcome and on another profile wanting to be chained up in a basement with whipped cream smeared over your torso will come back to haunt you.

A cat burglar (Denis Leary) trying to lie low reluctantly kidnaps a couple (Kevin Spacey and Judy Davis) on the verge of divorce, just before the in - laws come over for Christmas dinner.

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SYNOPSIS: Two brothers, one a successful politician, the other a former teacher, and their respective wives, come together for a family conference over dinner in an expensive restaurant.

The Baltimore City school administrators who never raised a cent on their own and could never claim «I built that» even if it came to a teachers» lounge, recently wasted over $ 500,000 in public funds (that's taxpayer money) on expensive local hotel suites, lavish dinners and even wings at Hooters for students «because that was what they wanted,» and The Sun was so outraged by their indefensible waste of taxpayer money that it was called a «distraction» in an editorial.

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.»

Last week was a funny one in Beach Cottage Land... different schedules, needing to fit Barley into our routine now, school sport carnivals for two of the Beach Cottage Crew and moi over to the city three times in one week — so the schedule was a bit upside down — normally it's bit more like — do the school run, go for a walk by the beach, come home, put the bomb site back together, do a bit of blogging, make the dinner, yadda yadda

That all said, during the holidays I would rather spend time with each of my siblings rather than all at once so maybe the thing to do would be to have a week of dinners with only one family coming at a time... Or having them over on Saturday nights or Sunday afternoons in December so that we get to spend time with individuals and save the huge family gatherings for summer when kids can play out doors and adults can sit in the shade and sip lemonade (and smoke cigars, of course!).

For example, if your mother - in - law always takes over the kitchen when she comes over for Thanksgiving dinner and it doesn't feel good to you, you can agree to have a clear, loving conversation with her about For example, if your mother - in - law always takes over the kitchen when she comes over for Thanksgiving dinner and it doesn't feel good to you, you can agree to have a clear, loving conversation with her about for Thanksgiving dinner and it doesn't feel good to you, you can agree to have a clear, loving conversation with her about it.

I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony Day, listened to a message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too long (WTF FFS), bolted home after work to let the fur babies inside, bolted back to work for an office dinner (that's the gang in the main pic), realised on the way home that I need to be at a work function on Wednesday morning at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic message to my ex asking if he could come over at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly to an exhausted DD as he drove home from work at 9.30 pm; felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»; pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed to be made MUCH earlier to avoid appearing in the blog...