Sentences with phrase «filling bread baskets»

Back Waiters are responsible for assisting front waiters by performing a variety of tasks: filling bread baskets and water glasses, removing empty plates, replenishing table supplies, making sure food is served in a timely manner, and accommodating special requests.

Not exact matches

Whether the basket is filled with razor thin slices of bread toasted to perfection... dripping with butter, or

Fill it with hot roasted vegetables, or use it as a bread basket for your holiday feast.

Fill up this shopping basket with 11 velcro food items that include a pineapple, bell pepper, eggplant, fish, sausages, bread and ravioli.

If bread is your weakness, eat the best: If the basket on the table is filled with stale, cold slices or squishy sandwich - style stuff, you've got a good reason to ask the waiter to take it away: That bread won't make you happy.

Fill it with hot roasted vegetables, or use it as a bread basket for your holiday feast.

Forget a picnic basket, how cute to take this bag with you and enjoy a picnic in the park — filled with french bread and gourmet sandwiches and snacks?

Welcome basket filled with tropical fruits, Hawaiian jams, freshly baked banana bread, cream, milk, butter, snacks and Ocean Vodka

Villa guests receive premium amenities including complimentary valet parking, daily buffet breakfast, and a welcome basket filled with tropical fruits, Hawaiian jams, freshly baked banana bread, cream, milk, butter, snacks and Ocean Vodka.

Breakfast is a delight too — guests receive a basket filled with baguettes and variety of sweet bread; an assortment of fresh fruits; fresh squeezed orange juice and a fresh pot of brewed authentic Madeleine brand Guatemalan organic coffee grown from the foothills of the Tacana Volcano.

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.

I'd fill my old and gorgeous picnic basket with good wine, great cheese, crusty bread, some fruit and chocolate and sit under the stars to listen to beautiful music.

My perfect summer picnic would be with my husband in a shady spot near water with a basket filled with wine, good cheese, good bread and fruit.

I filled a long rectangular basket with bread baskets, the cheese board, my mom's old trivets, and two baking funnels.