"Here's to old acquaintances!" She leaned over her plate, raised her glass in her hand, and, in a softer voice, told him, "My name's Jennifer".
She doesn't "plate" her food; she spoons it into mismatching bowls, for herself and her son, and pushes a meatball to the side with her finger.
In "Tarangam" Ms. Shivalingappa stood on a brass plate, her feet gripping its edges as she shimmied it around the stage.
With everything on her plate throughout her adult life, Georgia had her priorities in order: caring for her two children with unconditional love that has never wavered.
She put her knife and fork on the uneaten food in her plate, and her napkin on top, like a kind of burial.
For now, she's got quite a bit on her plate with her boys, adding that they may have a shot at stardom of their own.
To achieve this, she looked to her own vintage plates and her children's colourful storybooks.
The unknitted plates of her skull grated and clicked as he rounded her face to its likeness.
"Look," I say, pushing two plates towards her.
As she returned, she spotted the empty plates of her two guards.
