Sentences with phrase «very small lunch»

Yesterday, I didn't really want any lunch until 2:30 and it was a very small lunch (all fresh vegetables with some hummus).

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My school has a very small eating area, so a «peanut zone» in the lunch room was not possible without risking cross-contamination exposure because of the severity of this particular child's reactions.

Big lunches can be overwhelming, especially to small people: Most students have very little time to eat lunch — maybe 20 minutes, a lot of which is spent gabbing with friends and figuring out how to open their assorted eco-friendly containers.

I think that's a really good point, that it doesn't have to necessarily be national or international, but you may even find some very small ones that will help connect you to moms in your community, so not only can you talk with them online, but you could actually go get lunch with them, at some point, as well.

Only a very small number — 15 to 24 — eat the reimbursable «hot lunch,» she said.

Some want exact change, cash only or no cash, separate lunch money for multiple kids, or... MORE payment during a very small window of time.

In the past I have enjoyed drinking vegetable juice made from celery, chard, spinach and a very small amount of lemon juice (approx 12 oz an hour before lunch and dinner).

I would run at 5 am, have breakast at 6 am, a piece of fruit / carrots at 10 am, lunch at 12 pm, dinner at around 7 pm and finally a very small meal around 9 pm.

I like this soup as an appetizer, a small lunch, or a light dinner as it's really filling in very small servings.

Another day another ladies lunch, with two very good small boys that slept the whole time.

2:30 p.m. — Eat lunch very late today (leftover tacos, a small salad, and an apple)-- all things I brought from home.

Wheat Grass Containers: Grow wheat grass in a small plastic container (lunch pack applesauce or dressing cups work very well).

If you are to have a large wedding it is advisable to ensure you do your research early and make your wedding breakfast, lunch or dinner booking early as Palm Cove is only a small village and very popular for weddings especially if you want a restaurant or venue on an exclusive use basis.

Wake up, eat breakfast, dive, morning tea, dive, lunch, sleep, dive, afternoon tea, enjoy a beer with another beautiful sunset, dinner, some small talk about the days diving, and sleep again... very stressful.

One is an Island original called «Rocks» with a small restaurant attached to the store called «El Patio», serving very fresh foods for lunch and dinner.

This small cafe retains its homespun feel and the baked goods are made before your very eyes; there's also a very pleasing selection of sandwiches and hot drinks to tide you over if you're after a light lunch.

So I was very surprised to go out for lunch at a small neighbourhood restaurant in Toronto to find that their campaign to support small businesses actually extended north of the border.

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.