I trawl through TV channels; my hopes of something good; poised and ready. I have found treasures here before: I want to find more.
The problem was that I had not bought the tickets in English, so the tour guide had no opportunity to realise that she had a family of English speakers on the tour.
Filled pasta is one of my favourite things to eat: Have you ever cooked lettuce?
Food is very important; food is not important: make your mind up, for goodness’ sake, Richard. OK.
I started liking more things on Twitter; I then started finding more things on Twitter to like. Liking things was good.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can do things in moderation, with self-control and will-power, and those who actually exist.
A few years ago my partner and I realised that we were done with simple carbohydrates: Pasta had failed us too often; I could never cook white rice to save my life; and spuds had just become background noise.