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I let it boil and it's got scum on it," Carol said annoyedly. "I'm sorry."
But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exactly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.
The sun is getting warmer on my back, and I wish the air could stay the way it was moments before: the air of promise, the elements brewing but not quite cooked.
Same result, only I'd be steam-cooked instead of roasted.
Streams of melting snow.
As the dragon charged it released huge clouds of hissing steam through its nostrils. It was almost as if a gigantic teapot had gone mad.
I do not waste my time writing pot-boilers: the pot must be boiled, and even my pot au feu has some chunks of fresh meat in it ... I have no time to boil myself down; and anyhow I could not do so and preserve all the necessary nutriment and the flavoring on which the digestibility depends.
We boil at different degrees.
The smoke rolls along the low ceiling and pours up into the night - a reverse waterfall - like when the kettle boils beneath the plate cupboard.
I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ...
The boom, the bang, the flint and fuss.
There was a Young Lady of Poole, Whose soup was excessively cool; So she put it to boil, by the aid of some oil, That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
Trains are great dirty smokey thungs", said Will. "You won't like it."
Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?"
"I've never swum naked in the Thames, but I know I wouldn't like it."
"But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa ...
water wants to flow,
Steaming maintains some of the aubergine flesh's texture, which doesn't happen if you cook it in any other way.
Drinking tea with a pinch of imagination!
It's a sauna in her," Lily complained. She flapped her hands, trying to wave a breeze into the robe Rowan had told her to wear to this afternoon's ritual instead of the silk slip. "What are we making today? Deep-fried witch?
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
By acknowledging, accepting, and embracing our dark side, we create natural steam vents within ourselves. By providing an opening, we eliminate the worry about an explosion because we are allowing the pressure to be released in a safe and appropriate way.
As if the world were a pot on the boil and someone had taken its lid off and let the steam pour up wildly.
You're upset, you're cold, and you're wet, wouldn't you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?
Yes, but I wasn't going to say so.
Earth's sweat, the sea.
Why do they always put mud into coffee on board steamers? Why does the tea generally taste of boiled boots?
traditional British tea.
In 1854 I took out a patent for puddling iron by means of steam.
At sunset, if I am near the water - and it is hard to be very far from it here -I pause to watch the splendid disc set the brine aflame and then douse itself in it's own fiery broth.
The steel kettle shone, a slow furl of steam at its spout, vaguely suggestive of genie and lamp. Oh, grant me a wish, just the one.
Over the past few days, I've been happily making water. It's been going swimmingly. (See what I did there? "Swimmingly"?)
Steam-baths are excellent for severe colds, and for some disorders in the bowels.
Gods, it felt good. Hot water was civilization. Vimes could feel the stiffness in his muscles melting away in the warmth.
Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.
Hollow, melting the final bits of ice from the bare trees. Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground.
You smell good, too," said Patch
It's called a shower." I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. "Soap. Shampoo. Hot water."
Naked. I know the drill.
cheese cauldron.
The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.
EM Forster never gets any further than warming the tea pot ... Is it not beautifully warm? Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea.
watching the flames twist in the wind.
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
Food that's served at the table in a paper parcel always creates a remarkable culinary moment when opened, because the package is full of aromatic steam from the lightly cooked ingredients inside.
Wrap fish fillets, sliced veggies, and other quick-cooking items inside foil packets with bundles of fresh herbs and throw them directly on the grill; the steam will release the herb's perfume and flavor anything contained inside the pouch.
So instead I stare at the steaming liquid dripping into a coffeepot and start thinking of steaming volcanoes. And dinosaurs standing around drinking coffee, staring up at the giant meteor soaring through the air, commenting on how pretty it is.
Oh, God," Shannon moans. "We have to boil water," I tell Kenny. "She wants Cup-a-Soup?" "No, it's to sterilize things." "What's that?" I start rummaging through my house looking for anything useful. I get a knife, scissors, salad tongs, clothespins, a bottle of whiskey. Kenny
There's almost no problem that doesn't feel insignificant or more manageable after slurping down a bowl of steaming, crystal-clear broth.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
If there was a temperature at which drama boiled, they were all sitting in hot water.
If you're the water boiler king of China, you're selling a billion water boilers.
burning with curiosity
I am paddling laps in a demitasse of home-brewed ennui
She seethed like water the second before it rolls to a boil.
I always bring my Jiffy Esteam steamer to get the wrinkles out of our clothes. It's powerful enough to press a suit.
Hercule Poirot was sitting at the breakfast table. At his right hand was a steaming cup
Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.
A watched pot never boils. That's why I boil water, instead.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.
Steam in an open space would just simply scatter in different directions. Steam contained in an engine can move a whole train. Success comes from One-pointedness and Constancy of Aim and Effort.
When its steamboat time
you steamboat
A minute later the steam stopped. By then, I was soaking wet and, no doubt, my pores were open. Some people pay a fortune for this kind of beauty treatment. I got mine for free, if you disregard the bruises, headache and all those dead people."
- Corin Hayes, Silent City (working title)
Do you wanna see something swell?
I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup.
Or when you're away or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.
It's time to serve my Master. He says, pointing at some steamy thing in the distance. If his master is some type of steam, all I gotta do is get a vacuum and sweep his ass up.
Spare your breath to cool your porridge.
This is no time for drinking a mug of water - which you would do nowhere else in the world. A mug of water! You just don't drink water from mugs, do ya? Except on the telly. Water out of a mug! Should be a hot drink ... mug of water.
I remember not having a hot water tank, so we had to use a kettle for hot showers. So, you know, we would put the kettle on and go have a shower, and then my mum would come bring three or four kettles in, just to heat them up. And it would take five, 10 minutes for every kettle to heat up.
The introduction of so powerful an agent as steam to a carriage on wheels will make a great change in the situation of man.
Dried out and curled up in a ball, me, I am like tea. Waiting to be immersed. Willing to unfold. Wanting to unfurl. Wailing silently to be exposed. Whimpering till that day. It seems I'm wilting and withering away.
There are dark, hard, cherty silt-stones from some deep ocean trench full of rapidly accumulating Pennsylvanian guck.
Nothing like having a bucket of cold water flung over you to make you see things as they really are!
heat radiating off of his skin, coming
Wavering and burning like a golden lie.
He fell ass over tea Kettle
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
At times the engine stopped, and grown-ups and children climbed out of the carriages with tins to collect water from the engine steam pipes. This was the only drinking water that we had access to, and though it was hot and very rusty, it was the best drink I felt I'd ever had.
drenching his shirt with saltwater
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.
keep your breath to cool your porridge
No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
Don't forget to smolder!
The two great agents of the physical world have become subject to the will of man and have been made subservient to his wants and enjoyments; I allude to steam and electricity, under whatever name the latter may be called.
appliancization.
All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.
A mind like compost.
ruins." A flush spread up
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
T is the summer prime, when the noiseless air in perfumed chalice lies.
There is a force more powerful than steam and electricity: the will.
Pipe it, shuck-face,
As soon as I have got flying to perfection, I have got a scheme about a steam engine.
A mighty stream of tendency.
Arsene Wenger is sitting on the hot chair
My favorite is Steamfresh broccoli with just a hint of garlic salt.
Kate, I need to use the toilet," he called through the door.
"You've just had hours in the sea. Couldn't you have gone then?"
"Mum told me to get out of the water first."
"What, even the ocean?"
"It's wrong to pollute." He tried to sound serious.
What a marvellous invention man is! He can blow on his hands to warm them up, and blow on his soup to cool it down.
I finally found out how priests get holy water. They boil the hell out of it.
Soon shall thy arm, UNCONQUER'D STEAM! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
The flying-chariot through the fields of air.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
I like to do a face steam, so, heat up a flannel, press it onto your face and then press a cold one on afterwards to close the pores. It's inexpensive!
Along with enough sleep and taking proper supplements, I steam - in my steam shower. I find it's very healing, more than just your typical 'tea and honey.'