Sentences with phrase «enough hot water into»

Pour just enough hot water into the cooker so that it stays below the bottom of the pan.

Carefully pour enough hot water into the rimmed baking dish to come halfway up the sides of the ramekins.

Pour enough hot water into the pan to come halfway up the sides of the dishes.

Pour enough hot water into the roasting pan to come about halfway up the sides of your spring form pan.

Not exact matches

Once the oven is hot, you will place water into the pan to create steam, so make sure it's deep enough to hold water.

Place the pan into a larger roasting pan and carefully add enough hot water to roasting pan to reach halfway up the outside of the springform pan.

Pour enough hot (almost boiling) water into the roasting pan to come about halfway up the sides of your spring form pan.

Then add enough hot water to thin into a pourable sauce (~ 2 — 3 Tbsp or 30 — 45 ml).

While you don't want screaming hot water — the eggs shouldn't cook within a second of dropping into the water — you do want it to be hot enough to account for the temperature drop that will inevitably happen when you add a cold egg to it.

The water is very hot, not actively boiling, but hot enough that you can not stick your hand directly into the water.

I find this is easiest to do if you first use a fork to whisk your rice malt syrup and apple cider vinegar into one cup of warm water (not boiling, just hot enough to melt the syrup), then add a second cup of cool water.

Sucker Punch is a man's action movie fantasy — rolling everything a guy would enjoy in a film like hot women, heavy gunfire, a mother dragon who basically makes explosions come to her, and enough insanity injected into its most adrenaline racing scenes to keep you talking around the water cooler for hours.

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.