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- n. Beef cooked by roasting.
- n. A cut of beef that has been roasted.
- n. A cut of beef intended for roasting.
- n. A portion of roasted beef.
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- n. cut of beef suitable for roasting
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I went to a Yorkshire dinner (lots of roast beef and Theakstone's Old Peculiar) while Katie went to a Bob Dylan concert - excellent by all accounts.
Then, one night about a year later, I was slathering mayonnaise on the roast beef grinder ordered by some tall professional-looking woman in a bouclé business suit who said she loved the stuff even though her doctor said it was going to clog her arteries and probably kill her in the end, and I got that creepy feeling that somebody other than the lady was watching me.
Snudge had sensed the mysterious overseeing presence, too, while carving the joint of roast beef that had been sent to the repository tower for the evening meal of the Heart Companions.
“No, just monomaniacal pashas, uncontrollable troops, disease, drought, and starvation,” I said, stabbing a piece of succulent roast beef on my fork and conveying it to my mouth.
Stupefied by the heavy meal of roast beef and plum pudding that the Queenslanders call 'tea' she sat in a deckchair for a little in the dusk of the veranda, and went to bed again at about eight o'clock.
"I suggest you have yourself a good meal," Trillian said as casually as if he might be suggesting she make herself a roast beef sandwich.
But NOW the roast beef was finished and the cloth was drawn, leaving a fair large deal table for the bright drinking-cans, and the foaming brown jugs, and the bright brass candlesticks, pleasant to behold.
The memory of the buckwheat and honey, the cakes, pies, roast beef and wild turkey, lingers lingeringly, and I would I were a boy again in camp with the old 52d; but the regiment has made its last march on this side the shadow land, and nothing is left but the glorious memory of the good time gone.
Martin Poyser had some faint conception of the flavour such men must find in hot roast beef and fresh-drawn ale.
What! had her roast beef and plum-pudding, her tea and sugar, her ginger-cordial and seed-cake, all gone to feed that terrible family?