Sentences with phrase «think of a person frying»
To understand this principle, think of a person frying an egg on the sidewalk on a hot, sunny day.
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Type the phrases «information overload» into Google and you'll get nearly four million hits offering endless tips on dealing with the problem, first person accounts of brains fried by a deluge of data, even articles and think pieces declaring us in the midst of «the age of information overload.»
If you are thinking of a yeast type scone that is deep fried like some people in the west call scones these are not that type.
Cabbage and onions are stir - fried with noodles, sauerkraut, and smoky tofu to make this comforting and delicious vegan haluski.If people had any idea of the breakdown of recipes I spend my time perusing on the internet, they'd all think I ate...
But Fried is doubtful that healthy people will have chips installed in their brains to enhance their cognitive abilities anytime soon: «I think the notion of invading the brain will be too much for the foreseeable future.»
In my opinion as a natural nutritionist, nothing is more problematic for increasing cholesterol than all the «plastic» fats, e.g,, trans fats people eat in their junk food diets, plus the always - rancid fats that are used in deep fryers frying foods in fast food joints [heat changes the chemical structure of fats], plus chemically - extruded cooking oils we freely pour from bottles onto salads, use in cooking, and think are not harming us.
They have a lot of fish to fry besides the fish that the people in the publishing business think about.»
When most people think of Southern cuisine, they think of the staple fried chicken, or the old «meat and three» (side dishes, that is).
International food is as varied as the people who eat it: think of China's cold jellyfish salads, Sardinia's insect - ridden casu marzu, Egypt's fried mukh (or lamb brains), Peru's roasted cuy (guinea pig).
Here I'm specifically thinking of the re-photographed Marlboro ads and the sunset photos, in which you can't tell if the people frolicking in the water are laughing and having fun or screaming because they're getting fried by the sun.
It's all well and good to think that all the people - bunnies might be able to «adapt» to such changes by huddling in their bunkers (or whatever else works), but if one's crops, one's forests, one's soils, one's rivers and lakes, and one's flora and one's fauna are all frying to crispy bits because they do not possess the adaptability of said people - bunnies, then the whole idea of human adaptability and human levels of tolerance is a moot point.
I read a lot of fiction: Richard Ford's award - winning Canada which actually has very little to do with our country; Rachel Joyce's delightful The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry; Nobel Prize winner Isaac Bashevis Singer's A Crown of Feathers and his Enemies: A Love Story; M.G. Vassanji's wonderful The Book of Secrets; Israeli - Arab writer Sayed Kashua's biting but hilarious Dancing Arabs; Ian McEwan's masterful The Children Act whose protagonist is a 59 year - old female judge; Richard Wagamese's beautiful Keeper»n Me; and Philip Slayton's naughty and fun Bay Street: A Novel (lest people think it a work of non-fiction).
You know, I don't mean to be judgmental (kind of like when people say «I don't mean to be rude», when they actually do)(come to think of it, I've been judgemental three days in a row now... well, Husband would argue my whole life) but the people with plates piled high with fried stuff are usually rotund and the people with sliced turkey and salad on their plate usually aren't.