Whether it evokes pleasant memories of holidays in the Caribbean, or best-forgotten outings to Notting Hill, most of us have experienced jerk chicken in one form or another.
I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.
A Black man voting for the Republicans makes about as much sense as a chicken voting for Col. Sanders.
There is plenty of Hühnerfleisch in the Kühlschrank. (There is plenty of chicken in the fridge).
For people who think of chicken as the meat choice of those-who-don't-really-like-meat, brining a bird will be a revelation.
I eat fish and love bacon. Plus, I don't mind if soups are made with chicken or beef stock, I just don't like eating big pieces of meat.
I eat a lot of chicken with salad or salmon with salad.
The one thing in my contract that they have backstage for me is bananas. And usually my assistant will go and get me chicken broth.
My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.
O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
Being on the road is no excuse for having a poor diet. I don't like fast food, but if I have to, I'll order three plain grilled chicken sandwiches and throw out the buns.
There's plenty of days when I don't want to eat chicken breast and broccoli and rice, but I know what I have to do, and I know the sacrifice I have to make.
You won't believe when I attend any wedding I also enjoy biryani or even first fry or chicken cutlet. But I balance it out in my next meals. That's how it works.
In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold.
The pigeon here is a beautiful bird, of a delicate bronze colour, tinged with pink about the neck, and the wings marked with green and purple.
I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.
Oh, I'm just too chicken to experiment with my face and have it go wrong. I'm not saying I never will. But it's like, what scares you more? Getting old or looking weird?
How do I tone my bingo wings?' is one of the most commonly asked questions that strikes fear and dread into a personal trainer's heart.
My soule her wings doth spread
And heaven-ward flies,
Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read
In the large volumes of the skies.
Re-colonizing it and sort of reverse-colonizing it to the point that today the national dish of Great Britain is Chicken Tikka Masala.
My arm bones looked like chicken bones.
Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings
Placing the state in charge of moral principles is equivalent to putting the proverbial fox in charge of the chicken coop.
I don't drink milk, and I don't eat bread, pasta or rice. But I eat a lot of meat, chicken, fish and salads.
Any processed chicken from any place - I'll order it in a heartbeat. I'm very picky about my pork, though.
Radically simplify the user interface, reinvent it, enough face lifts! You can put as much lipstick on a chicken as you want, it's never going to look good!
I've found that grilled chicken is one of the fastest, easiest ways of getting protein on my family's plate, but it needs a massively flavorful sauce to finish it during the final minutes of cooking.
In school, I would always be uncomfortable because my skirt would expose my thin, chicken legs and wiry hands.
I like cooking - I make a good stir-fry and the family likes it when I make stewed chicken and macaroni and cheese.
And also, there are so many times when you need to make a quick escape, but humans don't have their own wings, or not yet, anyway, so what about a birdseed shirt?
I had aquariums of bullfrogs and mudpuppies. My poor mom had to deal with me incubating chicken eggs in my bedroom.
There was a revolution going on at home. Why didn't I earn some money? Why didn't I do something practical, like chicken farming?
To me, the most romantic gesture is a quiet night with my girl. I like to cook for her. I'm a meat eater and a griller - I do steaks, I do chicken, I do fish. I have a broad palate!
What's the two things they tell you are healthiest to eat? Chicken and fish. You know what you should do? Combine them, eat a penguin.
We love food. After our studio session, we devour dal makhani, butter chicken, and butter naan.
Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.
I'm the fussiest eater on earth; my husband despairs. I like chicken and pasta, and can't resist milk chocolate. I figure if you're going to do something naughty, make it really enjoyable.
The idiot who invented instant grits also thought of frozen fried chicken, and they ought to lock him up before he tries to freeze-dry collards.
Buddha also said that the Dharma, like a bird, needs two wings to fly, and that the wing that balances Wisdom is compassion.
We've done some stand-alone cookbooks that have been very successful, like 'Great Curries,' 'Perfect Pies,' 'Meat Feasts,' so why not 'Chicken & Egg?'
Robert Gass and 'On Wings of Song' bring about magical transformation and inspire people with extraordinary, uplifting, and spiritual music.
On my back, I have the cross and angel wings: rise above it, no matter what life throws at you. And also, you know, Jesus rose from the grave.
I'm always ready to be challenged. Like, 'Wings: Outro,' it was hip-house. That was the first time I'd ever listened to that genre... but I liked it.
I was vegetarian for a long time, and in the last four years I started eating chicken and fish. I feel like it really built up my strength a lot.
I recall my mum tried to teach me how to fry chicken once, and I almost burned down half the kitchen... I don't think I have the patience for cooking.
Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.
I like alligator meat. Tastes like chicken.
That dude scored 8 points in the last 19 seconds, pulled out a miracle win at the Garden. He made me choke on a chicken bone that day. I'm serious.
In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.
Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn't matter, or do you do it because it tastes good?
The holiness of love inspired ordinary men and women to act like angels. It lifted them on wings closer to God.
This is April," he said, holding up the chicken. "She's the only friend I have left. I saved her from an evil chef at Tavern on the Green, and we've pledged eternal friendship.
The most malicious god is the god of the counted chicken.
I've slowly gone back, later on in life, to fish and then chicken and then, last year, red meat.
Music religious heat inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high, And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
The factory farm is . . . an obvious moral evil so sickening and horrendous. . . All this so we can have our accustomed veal or lamb or fried chicken or pork chop or hot dog.
Creators are what bring the eyeballs to platforms, and vice versa. Sort of a chicken-and-egg thing, because you can't have creators and no platform.
I listen to a lot of '80s stuff, like 'Owner of a Lonely Heart,' by the group Yes. And Mr. Mister's 'Broken Wings.'
I think with lean cuts of chicken and beef, fish, turkey, ground beef and bison, you can't go wrong with those.
There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
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