Sentences with phrase «feel about corn»

Also consider how you feel about corn meal and how much, if any, you are comfortable feeding your pet.

Not exact matches

If you feel corned on your position, let the atheist know that you will think about this.

So, how do you feel about candy corn?

There may be few things I really feel certain about in this world, but one thing I know for sure is I love this Sweet Corn Salsa.

Okay, let's throw all rules out of the window and just say that this smoothie bowl with strawberries, coconut cream, and corn flakes is a breakfast «dessert» that you can feel good about eating.

I'm starting to have the same feeling about buttering corn.

And, with 8 grams of whole grains and no high fructose corn syrup, you can feel good about giving them to your whole family.

It feels odd to be writing about fresh, snappy corn - on - the - cob in a week when the thermometer began at 99 °F on Saturday (ironically, the hottest day of the year — in September) and then plummeted to the 60's, where it's lingered ever since, drizzly and gray.

Baked thin and crispy without any artificial flavors, colors, cholesterol, partially hydrogenated oils or high fructose corn syrup, it's a snack you can feel good about.

(I suppose I should add I feel the same about adults...) Caffeine, caramel color, high fructose corn syrup / sugar....

Your family gets the wholesome goodness you can feel great about serving them — like oatmeal, stone - ground wheat, honey, grains and seeds - without the high fructose corn syrup you don't want to give them.

This raw version of corn chips makes one of my favorite snack foods super nutritious and something you can feel good about eating.

I am a nurse and have also known a number of people who greatly improved avoiding these, and some report feeling much better by avoiding other foods as well (Dr. Mercola has an excellent article about five foods that act like gluten: dairy, corn, soy, coffee, and chocolate).

I'm still searching, but I tend to have a philosophy: eat a delicious variety of healthy foods, with a focus on restricting refined carbs, like sugars, grains, potatoes, corn and rice, while enjoying just about everything else under the sun, without feeling limited in any way.

My husband and I suspected that she was having a reaction to corn and the «corn syrup solids» in her formula but again felt at a loss about what to feed her and were scared to just give her water.

I didn't realize until I moved overseas that not every country feels the same way about corn on the cob as we do.

As we have already mentioned, it contains corn meal as one of its 5 first ingredients, although you can feel more secure about the use of chicken as its principal ingredient.

Made in the USA with no corn, wheat, soy or gluten ingredients, you can feel good about making this your go - to meal.

Plus, you won't find any chicken by - product meal, corn, wheat, soy, GMOs, or anything artificial — which means you can feel good about pouring it on, and sensitive kitties can dive into their bowls, too.

With no fillers, no corn, no wheat, no artificial flavors or preservatives, these oven baked dog snacks are made with the best ingredients for your dog including real USA - sourced turkey and pumpkin, for a premium treat you can feel good about giving them every day.

With no fillers, no corn, no artificial flavors or preservatives, these oven baked dog snacks are made with the best ingredients for your dog including sweet potatoes, oats and real chicken, for a premium treat you can feel good about giving them every day.

This brand never includes wheat, corn, soy, wheat, meat by - products, or artificial colors and flavors in their dog kibble, so you can feel great about feeding it to your furry companion.

Formulated with high - quality, real ingredients you can trust and added vitamins and minerals, and we formulate them without corn, wheat or soy, so these treats for dogs let you feel good about what you feed him every day.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Also please feel free to weigh in with your recommendations and / or concerns about the increased production of corn - based ethanol.

It doesn't have the literary appeal of a scarlet «A,» but it should have made you feel better about chowing down on that corned beef sandwich.