Sentences with phrase «like stale bread»

The progress is agonizingly slow, but I can see how I'm almost there, how I'm incrementally better at beating the boss, how even late - game ships are torn apart like stale bread by the end.

Not exact matches

Nancie's Kotleti: Mom's Russian Hamburgers and a great book recommendation at Nancie McDermott (crush gf croutons for bread crumbs or use gf focaccia bread, freshly staled like Nancie might)

Hi Cassie — This sounds like a great «clean out your crisper» meal... I saw the post on using up stale bread... If you are thinking of a post to «use up your veggie leftovers» this recipe would be great and is probably pretty versatile with substitutions (spinach for kale, green beans for edamame etc).

It tastes a lot like a regular red - pepper based romesco (which is usually roasted pepper + nuts + olive oil + garlic + sometimes stale bread).

As for the bread crumbs, I like to just grind up stale baguettes super finely in my food processor.

The store shelf features products like soup created from wonky fruit and vegetables, beer from stale bread, and soaps made from discarded orange peels.

It is fun to make the tortillas, once you get the hang of it, and it is like eating freshly prepared bread as opposed to stale store bought tortillas sitting on a shelf for a week inside a plastic bag The taste and texture is uncomparable.

they were awful The batter looked okay but the cookies had this weird horrible not - cookie texture (not chewy, not crispy — like... stale bread) They didn't taste like a breakfast bar OR a cookie.

And it's, like, 432 times better than the grilled cheese you're thinking of throwing together with the last few shards of six cheeses in the fridge and stale bread and also the consideration of bacon grease as butter before realizing you'd hate life for two days.

Yes, I accepted it because quite frankly there's no satisfaction in prolonging the hurt, nor is there any reward in being a total bitch, or hanging onto stale bread — he's Boomer - crusty, so the analogy is appropriate — but much like the child who continues to lick her wounds well after the princess Band Aid has been applied, the ouchie remains.

Using fMRI scanners, they gave twenty - three subjects very short texts written by Holocaust survivors describing acts of kindness they received from strangers — some quite small, like a loaf of stale bread, and others involving great sacrifice and risk, like a hiding place when Nazi troops were closing in.

Why is that?!! Maybe I've gone stale, like a half - price loaf of bread.

I'm in awe at how far a swan is willing to stretch its neck in order to get at stale bread — it had to paddle its feet like crazy to get high enough!

That is, till the roles become reversed, and the affairs become stale like left out bread, and the marriage regains that passion like the cover of a romance novel.

I've eaten like a king at breakfast completely free of charge and I've paid for stale bread and cold coffee.

That Alice Neel is one of the very great post-war portrait painters, far outstripping one - trick pony contenders like Lucian Freud, Alex Katz, Frank Auerbach, or anyone else you care to mention — compare, say, Neel's magisterial portrait of Andy Warhol and any of Freud's tired crusty aristocrats, each a different shade and texture of stale bread — should be cause for general celebration, but it's only this year, twenty - six years after her death, that the first solo show of Neel is being held in London.