Sentences with phrase «have kitchen table»

Natalie Halliwell - I have a kitchen table set aside for this very purpose!

I have the kitchen table from my great - grandmother's house.

«We don't have a kitchen table so this is the perfect place to have coffee or breakfast in warmer months.»

I have a kitchen table and a bar that are right inside the backdoor that everyone enters thru.

My husband and I do the same thing, even though we have a kitchen table, dining table or our kitchen island that we could eat at.

It's not unusual to have a kitchen table that punches below its weight.

While I don't know the statistics on this, it is my understanding that many people have kitchen table divorces, many more than we might think.

Not exact matches

To compensate for limited counter space, I have to sit down at our kitchen table to prep any food, and it's just far enough away from the stovetop to mean some food might fall off the cutting board and onto the ground en route.

Finally, the possibility of starting your business from the desk in your dorm or at your parents» kitchen table may be best, partly because your overhead would be very low.

(Executives at Oak Brook have since conducted an «operations reset» and brought what they call high - density prep tables into the kitchen to help with speed and customization.)

Standing on a stage set up on a high school football field, Rutan and Paul Allen, the multibillionaire Microsoft co-founder who has sunk some $ 25 million into SpaceShipOne, struggled with the kitchen - table - size ceremonial check as some 600 local space fanatics cheered lustily.

How many times have you gotten a good night's sleep on your kitchen table?

All of them have open - air layouts and room for collaboration, including a long kitchen table for eating together.

One morning, after he woke — or maybe he was still up, he can't recall — he sat at the kitchen table and wrote «MyPillow» over and over until he'd sketched the rough logo for a product that didn't exist.

Bowerman had dug up $ 500 to finance half of Knight's tailgate inventory, and used to spend his evenings at a kitchen table tinkering with the imported sneaks, a stitch here, a little more padding there, anything to squeeze out a few more seconds for future Olympians.

It taught him a lesson that he has applied to his latest ventures: His Boulder, Colorado, restaurant The Kitchen, and Next Door, a series of affordable farm - to - table restaurants whose mission is to improve nutrition and community farming across the country.

Another downside: When my roommate walked in and saw a miniature bed sitting on our kitchen table, she laughed out loud at it, which has been the dominant reaction to the Phone Bed so far.

When we were raising our young kids at home, we would try to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, just for the experience of it all — gingerbread house kits at Christmas, school projects on the kitchen table, taco night with all the fixings prepped in bowls.

While each Shack is specifically designed to be of its place and connect with its neighborhood, Shake Shack has developed a number of iconic brand identifiers common to every Shack, including wrap - around steel beams, open kitchens, magnetic menu boards and tables made from reclaimed bowling lanes.

The NDP and Mulcair have for years been trumpeting the struggles of average families, often talking about the «kitchen table» issues affecting Canadians.

«To help Canadians save this Easter, we have been working hard to offer our customers excellent value on the grocery items we traditionally find on our kitchen tables at this time of the year,» said Michele Hardinge, senior vice president of Merchandising, Fresh Food at Walmart Canada.

Sometimes sitting at the kitchen table, drinking afternoon tea, she would let me turn her hand over to examine her palm, tracing the lines that crisscrossed it with my index finger, as if I were a boy swami pulled from the pages of a Rudyard Kipling poem.

I've tried to imagine how it would feel: to be sitting at my kitchen table with my children at suppertime when That Government Knock finally comes to the door.

These are the days when I light a candle, even (or maybe especially) in the chaos and noise of family life because Brian is home from his travels and I have a buttoned - up Easter lily on my kitchen table.

She'd jump up if she'd forgotten something in the kitchen, if someone wanted steak sauce rather than the ketchup that was on the table, or if it was time to pass the serving dishes around again.

And something tells me we would all be a little more careful, a little more gentle, if we knew how long our words linger in one another's lives, if we imagined those words sitting on one another's kitchen tables, shaped like foxes.

I have done 99 % of my writing at the kitchen table or a noisy coffee shop or the public library.

We didn't have any pavement for skating — which was a mercy, given their proficiency level — but I let them skate in the kitchen, where the only danger was that they might fall into the corner of the table and rip their faces open.

Letty Russell has described the importance of «kitchen table» theology, which begins with the faith stories of ordinary women grouped around kitchen tables or in other everyday settings.

On the splattered old chalkboard by the kitchen table, I'd taped it up with white bandage tape (because we're classy like that, yes ma'am):

I was already tired because I had been up nursing during the night, Brian was off at work already, I simply wanted a quiet morning with my coffee because there was so much mundane work ahead on this day — cleaning bathrooms, doing laundry — but instead the Rice Krispies multiplied to biblical proportions while they flew through the air and one small cereal bowl became a nuclear wasteland scattered into seemingly every corner of the kitchen while milk streamed off the edge of the table puddling into the carnage and the bowl continued to spin.

When friends host a game night around their coffee or kitchen table, they have three objectives: connect, compete, and laugh.

If that woman was sitting at my kitchen table with my wife and I, and asked that same question, I imagine there would be lots of tears and hugs, and not much else.

JOPLIN, Mo. — Three years ago, the Molina family sat at their kitchen table and decided to take a moral stand: They would no longer patronize any company which had connection to abortions, homosexual rights, pornography or any other objectionable cause.

One afternoon, when I was about four, I came into the kitchen to find mom sitting immobile at the table, in the grip of what she would later describe as «a black cloud, a satanic fog.»

I've never had much luck sharing the Gospel with strangers, but I've shared it often around my kitchen table, in the Eucharist, at baby showers, in long summer nights on the back porch talking with friends, at coffee shops, at funeral homes, in living rooms, through tears, through music, through celebrations.

We have instead what Auden calls the «time being»: «For the time being, here we all are, / Back in the moderate Aristotelian city / Of darning and the Eight - Fifteen,» where the «kitchen table exists because I scrub it» and we realize «we had forgotten / The office was as depressing as this.»

One of the most important periods of growth in my adult life took place in the early 1990's when I would often meet with friends around a kitchen table regularly for food and fellowship.

When she returned and told him it had been done, Rav Shirabi told the visiting rabbi he was welcome to go and dine in the kitchen, because his wife always dined at her own table.

His masterful use of extensive resources takes us into the world of early Pentecostals, eavesdropping on the conversations that took place around kitchen tables in order «to catch the multitudinous whispers of everyday life that... other studies have tended to overlook.»

There is a special vibration imparted by a table and kitchen that have been lovingly active.

We've got a small, square shaped wooden table with three chairs + a highchair in our kitchen.

I used to live down on William street at the Parsons dorms and all the memories of our kitchen floor picnics as we did not have room for a table came rushing back!

Hi Pablo, You can reserve a table in my kitchen, but I'll probably serve you cereal — somebody has to eat those 11 boxes.

I may not have the fanciest of mixers or the sharpest of knives, but there is always room at my kitchen table for friends to come over and share a meal.

I just found your blog yesterday and upon waking this morning to find some browned ba - nay - nays on my kitchen table, went straight to the computer to see what recipes you had on the subject.

We gather in the kitchen and at the table, that would be 15 or 20 of us, depending, shelling crab, making our favorite dips — lemon mayo and cocktail sauce — preparing loaves of garlic bread and a big salad.

I'll probably throw in a new recipe to round out the dessert table, but I haven't had time to play around in the kitchen to figure out what just yet.

With a few sheets of the Oregon Journal covering our kitchen table, Dad would cut the top and pull it off, and then he and I would degut the pumpkin together while my mom watched.

I feel like I've been trying to clear the kitchen table for weeks and it still has mail, and other detritus all over it.