Sentence examples for a light smear from inspiring English sources

Before frying, I painted the bread with a light smear of a mustard-cornichon dressing.

Note its relatively low price point — fourteen dollars, compared to thirty at some of its competitors — and utter simplicity of preparation: top-sliced bun, buttered and toasted, a light smear of mayo, a full quarter pound of lobster meat, a shake of what's mostly celery salt, a drizzle of lemon-infused butter.

It's just that there's not much on it that the trio haven't done already – and for free – unless you count a light smear of G-funk about the sound of Highway 85 and a lyrical shift from bragging about how rich and successful they were as crack dealers to bragging about how rich and successful they now are as musicians.

He offers a light smearing of dubious demographic figures – he needs to turn 20 million European Muslims into more than 150 million in nine years, which is a lot of humping.

In Hanoi, however, the typical banh mi (which translates simply as "bread" in Vietnamese and is written in English as banh my in Hanoi) is a pedestrian fried egg or pâté sandwich with a few slices of cucumber or a light smearing of chili sauce.

My daughter, a little dumpling of a toddler, had a much lighter smear spread thinly across her waffle.

PCR products showed light smear on the polyacrylamide gel, especially with increasing template amount.

It's all just blurry light, light smeared like some celestial fingerprint all over the rocks and the reef and the sunken garbage.

It has prevented the interminable exurbia, the light smearing of development over landscape that you get in the United States and many other countries.

It is being increasingly smothered with suspended sediment that blocks light; smeared with fertilisers that cause outbreaks of seaweed and coral-eating crown of thorns starfish; and poisoned with herbicides that kill the coral's symbiotic algae.

To begin with, her writing is sumptuously descriptive ("I was high on Afghanistan... the aching beauty of rock and sky, the thick light smearing everything like honey"), but by the end her sentences have become compacted and muscular ("roads are death and sky is fear"), as if she has wearied of poeticising violence.