the powdery remains of chocolate liquor after cocoa butter is removed; used in baking and in low fat and low calorie recipes and as a flavoring for ice cream
He spooned cocoa powder and sugar into two mugs, doing it very slowly and levelling each
spoonful as though he were measuring medicine.
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
any of various low perennial herbs with many runners and bearing white flowers followed by edible fruits having many small achenes scattered on the surface of an enlarged red pulpy berry
one having charge of buildings or grounds or animals
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
a loosely woven cord (in a candle or oil lamp) that draws fuel by capillary action up into the flame
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
a short labored intake of breath with the mouth open
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
helping someone grow up to be an accepted member of the community
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
a weapon that discharges a missile at high velocity
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
failing to speak or communicate etc when expected to
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
a demonstration of approval by clapping the hands together
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
(bread and pastries) cooked by dry heat (as in an oven)
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
the part of a garment that is attached at the armhole and that provides a cloth covering for the arm
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
a light, self-propelled movement upwards or forwards
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
having an abundant supply of money or possessions of value
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
Then beaters are hired who walk
through the woods clapping their hands and making as much noise as they can to drive the half-tame
pheasants towards the half-baked men and their guns.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
(physics) a movement up and down or back and forth
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
a Swiss patriot who lived in the early 14th century and who was renowned for his skill as an archer; according to legend an Austrian governor compelled him to shoot an apple from his son's head with his crossbow (which he did successfully without mishap)
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
combustion of materials producing heat and light and smoke
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
a writing implement with a point from which ink flows
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
tall annual cereal grass bearing kernels on large ears: widely cultivated in America in many varieties; the principal cereal in Mexico and Central and South America since pre-Columbian times
They are guarded by keepers and fed
twice a day on the best corn until they’re so fat they can hardly fly.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
a quantity obtained by the addition of a group of numbers
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
(of quantities) imprecise but fairly close to correct
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
workplace or land used for growing crops or raising animals
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
a tall perennial woody plant having a main trunk and branches forming a distinct elevated crown; includes both gymnosperms and angiosperms
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
unusually great in amount or degree or extent or scope
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
be cognizant or aware of a fact or a piece of information
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’
relating to or being on the side closer to the center or within a defined space
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
These wealthy idiots spend huge sums of money every year buying baby pheasants
from pheasant farms and rearing them in pens until they are big enough to be put out into the woods.
a unit of time equal to 60 seconds or 1/60th of an hour
Just
imagine,’ he said, leaping off the bunk and waving his mug in the air, ‘just imagine for a minute that you
are all alone up there in the dark wood, and the wood is full of keepers hiding behind the trees and the
keepers have guns…’
‘Guns!’
Some have quirkier quirks and deeper secrets than
others, but all of them, including one’s own parents, have two or three private habits hidden up their
sleeves that would probably make you gasp if you knew about them.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame
sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light.
‘Many’s the night when I was a boy, Danny, I’ve gone into the kitchen
and seen my old dad lying face down on the table and Mum standing over him digging the gunshot
pellets out of his backside with a potato-knife.’