Barbecued

Tom ate some barbecued ribs.

Last night we barbecued beefsteak and vegetables.

We barbecued steaks last night.

In the early morning of the 27th of March of 2022, I was not the usual pizza junkie. I drank iced black tea and ate barbecued potato chips at the Lulu Island cafe. Two noisy Cantonese men were present. Outside, near the park, I saw a large orange thermos in a shopping cart. Some were promoting the Orange Dream, the fantasy of an Oriental conlang. Walking on, I encountered the French-Canadian Alex with his friendly Chocolate Labrador, Ellie. I reminded myself that there was also the Chocolate Dream of a fantasy conlang. In the late morning, I went to the pizzeria to eat two slices and drink a cold diet cola. I found out that Rose, the Filipina vendor, was about 9 or 10 years younger than me, so she alerted me that I should not use the Tagalog "po" reverential grammatical particle to her. My third walk took me to the pizzeria in the evening. I was drinking just cold diet cola, as I was watching the 94th Oscars on the big screen with sound off. Three young Filipinas came in to order. Later, I peeked into the new Japanesque SunTea Bakery, and the Purple Yam Mochi Soft Bread, selling at "9.5" Canadian dollars each, intrigued me. I might try it someday. The vendors spoke Mandarin.

At 4:00 p.m., the 7–11 convenience stores which occupy nearly every street corner in this school district are packed with boys buying fried fish-balls, barbecued pork buns and chocolate bars.

I am currently holding down a professorship at a small, privately endowed Tech college, have some mentionable background in both nuclear physics and biochemistry, possess a choice collection of rather good jazz records, have a particular fondness for barbecued spareribs—and, of late, have become an inventor.

It was raining around noon, cold and clammy. There were eight of us family and friends at Crab Hot Lau, a Vietnamese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I enjoyed the hot tea, having a fruity taste like lychee. The restaurant was crowded this holiday. I really enjoyed the pork wrapped in the leaves of the Piper lolot. My individual order was the Number 8: barbecued pork with vermicelli. I enjoyed also the square crab spring rolls. My mother made mango bars, which she brought to the restaurant for our dessert. Near the restaurant was the Serra Bar Café, a Portuguese establishment. It was the 25th of December of 2024, "Krismas" and the first day of Hanukkah.

On recollecting myself, I diſcovered that I had almoſt reached the entrance of the lagoon, and determined to venture in, if poſſible, to take a few fiſh, […] I ſoon caught more trout than I had preſent occaſion for, and the air was too hot and ſultry to admit of their being kept for many hours, even though ſalted or barbecued.