I have been tight as a tick! Fried as a mink! Stiff as a goat!
I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.
I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.
I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book. . . . I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.
First, a gorgeous breakfast: just everything you can imagine from flapjacks and fried squirrel to hominy grits and honey in the comb. . . we're so impatient to get at the presents we can't eat a mouthful.