Sentences with phrase «into hot water because»

Not exact matches

Be carefully because it will vigorously boil when you pour the water into the hot skillet.

But the real belle of the ball is the homemade gluten free vegetable bouillon powder, because its flavor turns plain hot water into a satisfying meal.

I pour the water out before putting the dough into it and because it is so hot, it dries itself right away.

This is important because if the lid is not locked into place, the sterilizer can leak hot water on you when you remove it from the microwave.

This green tea is different from the others because the leaves are not steeped into hot water and then removed.

As for the ganache... Ganache usually breaks because the chocolate got too hot and it seized or water from a whisk or spoon (or steam) got into the mixture while trying to mix it together.

Segal explains that matcha is unique because it is not steeped in hot water, but rather ground into a fine powder that is then incorporated wholly into hot water.

Forgetting to set your alarm and waking up to sunlight streaming in through your bedroom window, the feeling of soft green grass on the soles of my bare feet, crisp cool morning air before a hot summer day, steel cut oats with sweet granules of melted brown sugar, the glittery reflection of sunbeams as they softly touch the water, the smell of the forest after it has rained, mornings spent curled up in a hammock loosing yourself in a book, walking everywhere because it's sunny and you can, teaching a first grader how to do a cartwheel, watching the sunrise with someone you love, skinny dipping in the ocean, braiding daisy chains into your hair prior to discovering a spider!

Before we jump into another Tasty Tuesdays Link Up with fabulous recipes shared by my fellow bloggers, I want to share this recipe for Hot Water Pie Crust with you because I am already in the Holiday spirit.

The movie can't bring itself to push its central iceberg of a character into hotter water — which is too bad, because that's exactly where Washington thrives.

If you don't keep up, you're gonna get in trouble (sad but true... because I'm starting to get into hot water myself).

[Of course, this experiment is faulty b / c the thermal mass of the water is acting like a hot water bottle...] Conceptually, however, you can show your students the diffusion effect associated with CO2 and H2O, that the heat will eventually work its way out of the water into its surroundings [like heat trapped in a hot rock], and that climate science is a complex endeavor because the CO2 signal is not the sole factor out there [although one of the only man - made ones — others: water, aerosols, sun, et al]

[Of course, this experiment is faulty b / c the thermal mass of the water is acting like a hot water bottle...] Conceptually, however, you can show your students the diffusion effect associated with CO2 and H2O, that the heat will eventually work its way out of the water into its surroundings [like heat trapped in a hot rock], and that climate science is a complex endeavor because the CO2 signal is not the sole factor out there.

So, bearing in mind that my point is that Heat energies are readily absorbed by organic matter including water, that Light energies do not heat, raise the temperature of, organic matter because they themselves are not hot, that blue light can pass through water into deeper depths than Thermal is not relevant.

Before Mayim got herself into so much hot water, I wondered whether I hadn't been subjected to sexual harassment because I was «nontraditional looking».

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.