She was ready to kill the beef, dress it out, and with vegetables from her garden was going to can soup, broth, hash, and stew against the winter.

Usually back in Concord by noon, there was just time to get partially thawed out, refuel, and grab a bit of Mrs. Fogg's hot broth before starting the second trip.

The academic consensus supports that the word comes from the Greek μακαρία ( makaria ), a kind of barley broth which was served to commemorate the dead, which in turn comes from μάκαρες ( makares ), " blessed dead ", and that from μακάριος ( makarios ), collateral of μάκαρ ( makar ), meaning " blessed, happy ".

He also found that new microorganisms could settle only in a broth if the broth was exposed to the air.

Pasteur showed that by bubbling oxygen into the yeast broth, cell growth could be increased, but fermentation was inhibited – an observation later called the " Pasteur effect ".

This uniquely Japanese ramen, which was developed in Hokkaido, features a broth that combines copious amounts of miso and is blended with oily chicken or fish broth – and sometimes with tonkotsu or lard – to create a thick, nutty, slightly sweet and very hearty soup.

It is commonly served with fine noodles and sometimes ground almonds in their broth called rosół: this was probably the basis for a form of mini croutons popular in Israel, known as soup almonds ( in Hebrew " Shkedei Marak " שקדיי מרק -).

He found that glutamate was responsible for the palatability of the broth from kombu seaweed.

The word may come from the Proto-Germanic verb root * brū -, meaning ' to cook, brew, or make a broth ' which was the role of the daughter-in-law in primitive families.

Inside was a mammoth roasting pan, nearly a yard square and a foot deep, with four football-size bundles of meat simmering in broth.

He was reduced to eating moist bread dipped in chicken broth for his meals.

The idea was that the bend in the neck prevented falling particles from reaching the broth, while still allowing the free flow of air.

When the flask was turned so that particles could fall down the bends, the broth quickly became clouded.

The food consisted of gruel broth, spoiled beef, bread that was little more than dried dough, and dirty undrinkable water.

Kreyberg wrote that the broth Reich had used as his culture medium was indeed sterile, but that the bacteria were ordinary staphylococci.

It was praised as early as 1348 in the writings of Boccaccio ; in the Decameron, he invents ‘ a mountain, all of grated Parmesan cheese ’, on which ‘ dwell folk that do nought else but make macaroni and ravioli, and boil them in capon's broth, and then throw them down to be scrambled for ; and hard by flows a rivulet of Vernaccia, the best that ever was drunk, and never a drop of water therein .’

This took the form not of symbolic morsels of wine and bread, as in other communions, but a ( relatively ) substantial meal, a custom leading to the Glasites ' nickname of ' Kail Kirk ' for the Scotch broth that was served at this setting.

At its heart was a large fireplace where cauldrons of water and broth simmered during most of the day.

It was a fair fight, the boy provoked it -- Big Charlie told me so.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.

Often, I heard my uncles and cousins speak of it when I was a small boy growing up in Rabaul.

Now it did not occur to him even to wonder whether it was wise for Robinson to dive again: Rob was his boy, the kid he had rescued from the streets, the object of his pride.

As a boy in a local school he was shy and solitary, absorbed in his fondness for nature and his visions of Sweden's ancient glory.

But on one occasion when I encountered a similar fantasy in a little boy who was my patient I began to understand the uncanny effects of this story.

Neither was Henrietta hoydenish like Jo, who frankly wished she were a boy and had deliberately shortened her name, which, like Henrietta's, was the feminine form of a boy's name.

During the summers, while he was still in school, Mercer worked for his father's firm as a messenger boy.

A little boy came to give the President his personal condolences, and the President gave word that any little boy who wanted to see him was to be shown in.

But one day came the voice of a man I had known when he was a boy, and I later remembered that this boy, thirty years before, had struck me as coming to no good.

There had been something sinister about him that warned me against him, -- I had never felt that way about any other boy, -- but when he uttered his name on the telephone I had forgotten this and I was glad to do what he asked of me.

Never hearing from him again, I remembered the little boy of whom I had had such doubts when he was ten years old.

Finally we got them out of the house, after the boy had run away four times looking for other Nazis, threatening to murder village schoolchildren and bragging that he was to be the next Fuhrer.

As he pulled the fringed sides up and made himself into a cocoon, Mr. Podger saw that thin, attractive, freckled little face again, and hoped that the boy, too, was lying in a cool, fringed-wrapped quiet.

Mrs. Dwyer's husband, M. Joseph Dwyer, was taking a 10-year-old boy from Union County on the tour of the Capitol during the final weeks of the last session.

He was an emotional, lonely boy who spent so much time turning out drawings that he did scarcely any schoolwork.

He was a wiry, inscrutable, silent country boy from the red clay of rural Alabama, and he spoke with the broad drawl that others normally make fun of.

Before the fight was over, the Harlem boy had a concussion and Trig was cut up badly.

The pony herd was the one flaw in our defense ; ;

Out in front of our walls the grass was covered with dead and dying men, war shields, lances, blankets and wounded and dead horses.

I was aware that when our eyes met we both quickly averted them.

When our eyes met the air was filled with an unuttered message of `` Me, too ''.

`` They knew I was a good sharecrop farmer back in Carolina, but out West was a chance to build a real farm of our own.

Already our leaky lifeboat was filled with five inches of water.

Our lifeboat was filling rapidly and despite what I had heard of the inhabitants of Eromonga, I was glad to see a long and graceful outrigger manned by three bronzed girls glide out of a lagoon into the open sea and toward our craft.

`` Karipo was great goddess, told our mothers that men were not necessary except to father children '', the crone told me.

It was our hope to educate him and to give him his freedom when the right time came, for he was a bright and friendly youth who seemed worthy of our interest.

Dr. Lalaurie and I didn't even know he was in the house until the night of our ball when he came down the stairs ''.

Their writings assume more than dramatic or patriotic interest because of their conviction that the struggle in which they were involved was neither selfish nor parochial but, rather, as Washington in his last wartime circular reminded his fellow countrymen, that `` with our fate will the destiny of unborn millions be involved ''.

To my knowledge, Lincoln remains the only Head of State and Commander-in-Chief who, while fighting a fearful war whose issue was in doubt, proved man enough to say this publicly -- to give his foe the benefit of the fact that in all human truth there is some error, and in all our error, some truth.

But the fences were still in place fifty-odd years ago, and when we stood on the gate to look over, the sidewalk under our eyes was not cement but two rows of paving stones with grass between and on both sides.

The first of which to find important place in our federal government was the graduated income tax under Wilson.

Its refrain was: `` let us return to the individualistic democracy of our forefathers for our salvation ''.

The biggest loss, of course, was the individual's lessened desire and ability to give his services to the growth of his company and our economy.

Anyone who tried to remedy some of the most glaring defects in our form of democracy was denounced as a traitorous red whose real purpose was the destruction of our government.