Sentence examples for roasted head from inspiring English sources
After scanning the menu, and a short consultation with our waiter, I decided on kabuto yaki (literally, helmet grill) -- the whole roasted head of a fish.
When asked about his very good multigrain bread (served warm, with olives and a roasted head of garlic), Mr. Noyes enthusiastically told how he got a deal on it from Bread and Chocolate Bakery and Cafe in Hamden.
But on two Saturday night visits to Ragin' Cajun, the food was fresh and spicy, and it arrived in timely fashion — from the giveaway of a roasted head of garlic before the meal to coffee afterward.
Note: Bass may also be roasted with head on, on a large sheet pan or a roasting pan.
They get to take home about 12 pounds of pork and nibble on roasted pork head and Mr. Farr's signature chicharrones.
Along the way there are terrific satisfactions, like the roasted salmon head, marinated in miso and maple syrup, which you poke at and poke at with chopsticks until you're sure you've separated the bones from every bit of salty pink flesh and sweet skin.
At a traditional Mexican barbacoa, to the dismay of squeamish onlookers, whole roasted sheeps' heads–full of tiny pockets of superbly succulent meat hiding in crevices of the big bone called the skull are picked apart with great enthusiasm.
But the most memorable has to be the platters of roasted rabbit heads sold on the street in Chengdu.
Origin Believed to have been imported by Arabs in the 18th century, sfenj were originally available from stands selling roasted lamb's head (a traditional breakfast dish) in the souks.
The specialities just kept on coming: tuna sashimi, a whole cow's head roasted in the outdoor woodburning oven by our ebullient host, Ioannis Margaritas Felixx was unpersuaded by that one), more grilled cheese, sardines and the local potatoes, widely considered the best in Greece.
As is the tendency of everything in the entire world when you're a teenager, even suicide provides Chris with an opportunity to feel dumb: "Before he figured it out, Chris thought Plath and other head-in-the-oven aficionados had turned on the oven -- O.K., preheated the oven to 450 degrees Fahrenheit -- and then stuck their heads inside the scalding hot oven and roasted their own heads.
