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frying
1. · Lightly steam food, rather than frying or boiling it, to preserve its vitamin and mineral content
2. She sat at the table, he sat at the counter and began frying some eggs
3. possible to protect its investment, but the truth of it was that I was frying on the
4. He knew she had the blanket, the remainder of her clothes and the frying pan
5. Can’t have the house open to who knows what when we’re not here, can we?” He was busy making the pancakes while the sausage sizzled in another frying pan
6. Inside his pack the frying pan was also broken, but Desa's cup was still intact
7. There was one shard of the frying pan big enough to cover the hole in the bottom so he put that in
8. “That’s cause Lucy would hit you with a frying pan! And you know it!” Michael said laughingly
9. His upper body and head fell across the hob, where Ruby was waiting with the frying pan
10. ‘Brill in what way?’ I asked as throwing the sausages into the frying pan to brown
11. By the time that she had whacked him with the frying pan six or seven times, kicked his shins repeatedly and doused him in an entire litre of Vimto, Danny’s other worldly cool had been completely shattered
12. wielding frying pans in frenetic arcs above their heads while
13. where Ruby was waiting with the frying pan
14. whacked him with the frying pan six or seven times, kicked his
15. Sheila was busy in the kitchen; by the smell of the hot fat which assaulted Chrissie’s nose, frying was on the menu again tonight
16. Swallowing hard, she stared blankly at the frying pan sizzling on the hob
17. To see a frying pan in your dream represents completeness in love
18. She put out great bolts of lightning toward it, frying the thin atmosphere of space
19. Elizabeth turned scooped up some potatoes that had been frying separately, along with some strips of thin meat slices, and placed them on plates
20. In any case, you wouldn’t be the one in the frying pan
21. in her apron turning the bacon over in the frying pan
22. “Smell that bacon frying is there anything in the world that smells better than that when your guts think they have been cut out of you?” I replied
23. Poor Alex - out of the frying pan and into the fire
24. A frying pan connected with my head
25. Sounds came of something frying, sizzling in the pan
26. busted in, peeled walls of his brain, and chucked them in a frying
27. He said, “I’m getting tired of them frying my body with poisons
28. She salted the frying pan, and heated it up, then she made a steak from the ground sirloin, and put it in the pan
29. Vera had helped her husband pack her wagon snuggly with pup tents, sleeping bags, charcoal, a big frying pan and griddle, cheap plastic plates, rain ponchos, folding chairs, a football, a Frisbee, and some warm clothes for the
30. Juliet and Vera stepped out and walked toward the grill where Bruce was carefully laying the fillets into a frying pan
31. She couldn’t say handsome beachcomber who might have her ass in the frying pan
32. stove, the strong fumes of the frying fish floating throughout the
33. “I pity the soldier who will brave their rolling pins and frying pans, don’t you?” She grinned and then suddenly became serious
34. Onions for frying should be sliced and floured
35. It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan
36. When she opened the door, the juices frying and the aroma filled her nostrils with the sense that only fried steak could give
37. It was a covered frying pan
38. Danny had taken the tribes biggest cast iron frying pan, and
39. When they glided close to the ice, Ken could hear it pop and crackle at its water line like frying bacon
40. from the proverbial frying pan into fire
41. "Yeah, well," Monaghan said, pointing at Bannister with the microphone in his hand, "frying up a few of those VC motherfuckers teaches fire discipline in a big hurry
42. He laid down in the frying pan
43. It sizzled in his wound and smelt like frying bacon, making him feel sick, rather than hungry at the thought
44. Frying food is really the only cooking method that is unhealthy
45. I walked out into the kitchen and chugged two bottles of water before I noticed Chuck frying some turkey bacon
46. When his sword, Backbiter, met Thalia's shield, a ball of lightning erupted between them, frying the air with yellow tendrils of power
47. We used old frying pans of different
48. It is your father, he is washing your frying pan, sleeves rolled and tie on
49. The day’s heat is at its highest, the crackle of your stretching bones is like sizzling on a frying pan
50. Only until the instant that she saw him eating fried chicken with his bare hands and observed that frying fat was dripping vertically by his arms
51. Expecting MacFife to step out when it arrived, I had ready a cast-iron frying pan from the kitchen
52. ‘Out of the frying pan into the fire,’ Zeno grinned at Jarek as his mother took hold of her visitor’s head and pressed it to her bosom, practically burying his nose in her cleavage while conducting a thorough examination of the wound
53. and only remember what the acid frying
54. Jai reached up to grab the frying pan but the fire in the stove responded to the presence of his racing heart and the flames in the iron grill flared out and knocked him back to the floor
55. He tried again but was unable to near the frying pan without the unholy fire roaring to life and throwing him down
56. The fisherman whipped his head back as the water rocketed past him into the sky with the frying pan and the egg of Syn balanced atop the fountainhead like a ball on a magician’s nose
57. In his race to the frying pan he had no time to consider the parallel fates of the two children or the magician
58. Cheap cigarette smoke and plumes of steam from rancid bacon and eggs frying in week-old grill oil waft out of the diner every time one of the undesirable patrons opens the door
59. He lies above the fire inside a frying pan
60. You may use a small, deep, frying pan for this or an Indian wok
61. Heat ghee or oil in a frying pan and fry the potato until lightly browned
62. Heat the salt, cumin and dried chillies in a heavy frying pan over a high heat for 1
63. Heat oil in a non stick frying pan and fry the onion, tomato, ginger and garlic,
64. • Add a little butter to a frying pan and heat to coat the pan
65. Heat oil in a non-stick frying pan (or skillet) and fry the onion and tomato, ginger
66. While the rice is cooking, heat oil in a non-stick frying pan (or skillet) and fry the
67. Add the rice to the frying pan and mix with the
68. • Frying should be done on slow fire and it should be stirred constantly
69. Dry roast poppy seeds in a heavy frying pan over low heat
70. Mix the groats with beaten egg; add to frying pan over high heat
71. Meanwhile, fry the bacon in another large frying pan
72. Cut large or small biscuits and put biscuits in cast iron frying pan (make sure the pan has heated up to temp
73. Frying food items can actually add lots of fats into your system, since you would be using oil
74. Baking is indeed a healthier way of cooking food than frying
75. While I was frying bacon, my cell went off and I hurried to answer it
76. Steve laughs and looks at Sheila who is busy at the cooker, the bacon hisses and spits as she turns it over in the hot frying pan; �That's why I asked Sheila to join us, you like to hurt men don't you Sheila?� Steve asks raising his voice so that she can hear above the noise of the cooking
77. Stranger yet was how it could smell exactly like bacon frying
78. Probably, Harry thought, because it was bacon frying! Now, if Mutt had found
79. There was the faint smell of stale frying oil throughout the flat, and a pungent odour in the kitchenette
80. Sauté chicken breast and onions in some olive oil in a frying pan
81. In that case you’ll be hurled back into the frying pan unless you stop this from happening
82. The skin on the boy’s hand sizzled like bacon on a hot frying pan
83. While Cynthia was frying the burger patties on the skillet
84. Aureliano Segundo was not aware of the singsong until the following day after breakfast when he felt himself being bothered by a buzzing that was by then more fluid and louder than the sound of the rain, and it was Fernanda, who was walking throughout the house complaining that they had raised her to be a queen only to have her end up as a servant in a madhouse, with a lazy, idola-trous, libertine husband who lay on his back waiting for bread to rain down from heaven while she was straining her kidneys trying to keep afloat a home held together with pins where there was so much to do, so much to bear up under and repair from the time God gave his morning sunlight until it was time to go to bed that when she got there her eyes were full of ground glass, and yet no one ever said to her, “Good morning, Fernanda, did you sleep well?” Nor had they asked her, even out of courtesy, why she was so pale or why she awoke with purple rings under her eyes in spite of the fact that she expected it, of course, from a family that had always considered her a nuisance, an old rag, a booby painted on the wall, and who were always going around saying things against her behind her back, call-ing her church mouse, calling her Pharisee, calling her crafty, and even Amaranta, may she rest in peace, had said aloud that she was one of those people who could not tell their rectums from their ashes, God have mercy, such words, and she had tolerated everything with resig-nation because of the Holy Father, but she had not been able to tolerate it any more when that evil José Arcadio Segundo said that the damnation of the family had come when it opened its doors to a stuck-up highlander, just imagine, a bossy highlander, Lord save us, a highlander daughter of evil spit of the same stripe as the highlanders the government sent to kill workers, you tell me, and he was referring to no one but her, the godchild of the Duke of Alba, a lady of such lineage that she made the liver of presidents’ wives quiver, a noble dame of fine blood like her, who had the right to sign eleven peninsular names and who was the only mortal creature in that town full of bastards who did not feel all confused at the sight of sixteen pieces of silverware, so that her adulterous husband could die of laughter afterward and say that so many knives and forks and spoons were not meant for a human being but for a centipede, and the only one who could tell with her eyes closed when the white wine was served and on what side and in which glass and when the red wine and on what side and in which glass, and not like that peasant of an Amaranta, may she rest in peace, who thought that white wine was served in the daytime and red wine at night, and the only one on the whole coast who could take pride in the fact that she took care of her bodily needs only in golden chamberpots, so that Colonel Aureliano Buendía, may he rest in peace, could have the effrontery to ask her with his Masonic Ill humor where she had received that privilege and wheth-er she did not shit shit but shat sweet basil, just imag-ine, with those very words, and so that Renata, her own daughter, who through an oversight had seen her stool in the bedroom, had answered that even if the pot was all gold and with a coat of arms, what was inside was pure shit, physical shit, and worse even than any other kind because it was stuck-up highland shit, just imagine, her own daughter, so that she never had any illusions about the rest of the family, but in any case she had the right to expect a little more consideration from her husband because, for better or for worse, he was her consecrated spouse her helpmate, her legal despoiler, who took upon himself of his own free and sovereign will the grave responsibility of taking her away from her paternal home, where she never wanted for or suffered from anything, where she wove funeral wreaths as a pastime, since her godfather had sent a letter with his signature and the stamp of his ring on the sealing wax simply to say that the hands of his goddaughter were not meant for tasks of this world except to play the clavichord, and, nevertheless, her insane husband had taken her from her home with all manner of admoni-tions and warnings and had brought her to that frying pan of hell where a person could not breathe because of the heat, and before she had completed her Pentecostal fast he had gone off with his wandering trunks and his wastrel’s accordion to loaf in adultery with a wretch of whom it was only enough to see her behind, well, that’s been said, to see her wiggle her mare’s behind in order to guess that she was a, that she was a, just the opposite of her, who was a lady in a palace or a pigsty, at the table or in bed, a lady of breeding, God-fearing, obeying His laws and submissive to His wishes, and with whom he could not perform, naturally, the acrobatics and trampish antics that he did with the other one, who, of course, was ready for anything like the French matrons, and even worse, if one considers well, because they at least had the honesty to put a red light at their door, swinishness like that, just imagine, and that was all that was needed by the only and beloved daughter of Doña Renata Argote and Don Fernando del Carpio, and especially the latter, an upright man, a fine Christian, a Knight of the Order of the Holy Sepulcher, those who receive direct from God the privilege of remaining intact in their graves with their skin smooth like the cheeks of a bride and their eyes alive and clear like emeralds
85. Donna woke to the smell of frying onions and garlic
86. These included a large T-fal frying pan that I used quite often and a waffle iron, which made great cinnamon waffles
87. appeared to be intent on frying me to death, or at least
88. Sauté rice in oil or fat in a large cast-iron frying pan
89. minutes by spreading them out in a hot dry frying
90. Put the oil in a shallow frying pan, dip the slices of bread in the beaten egg and
91. Remove from frying pan and place on a plate lined with
92. smell of eggs frying in the kitchen
93. The fence zapped her again, frying a few arm-hairs,
94. Ariel hummed as she whipped out the frying pan and rummaged in the fridge
95. From the gate I smelt the wafted of frying dal with onion and marjoram and the whistling sound of pressure cooker
96. My mother packed me half litre pressure cooker, small frying pan, kerosene stove, jug, mug, glass, bucket, eating plate, bowl, sleeping mat, handmade fan, torch, matchsticks, candles, and all the basic needs of a man
97. He was chasing me around with a frying pan earlier and now
98. The Crock-Pot wasn’t as filthy as I had anticipated, but the frying pan made up for the other’s shortcom-ings thanks to a firm, crusty layer of congealed fat that had wedged itself into the bottom of the skillet
99. In the frying pan, brown both sides of the liver in the bacon grease
100. In a large frying pan, brown the hamburger and diced onions