When I lose a big pot, I go a little crazy.
Our forefathers increased and decreased the influx of peoples because America was building a melting pot and because certain ethnicities often brought with them certain securities and degrees of productivity.
After coating pasta with tomato-rich meat sauce, my mom would drizzle the bottom of a nonstick pot with oil and put it all back in to form a dark crust of tangled noodles. Once she unmolded it at the table like a cake, my brothers and I would excitedly cut into it, verbally laying claim to our preferred pieces.
I think of L.A. as truly the melting pot. It’s basically a mini-country unto itself.
I like to personalise my dressing room, have a cover for the bed and, if it is a long run, a few cushions and a teapot – a little pot for one.
If we were not sinners, Jesus would not have had to come. If he didn’t see us as sinners, he could have loved us without dying for us. He died for our sins. So if we’re all sinners, that means everybody’s in the pot together needing the same love, the same grace and the same forgiveness.
Normally I will have five or six cups of tea a day, and if I can have them poured from a teapot, then all the better. I think tea tastes so much nicer from a pot.
Choose recipes like a base recipe; make a big pot of soup and freeze it. From then on, you can take it in any direction. Another day put rice in it, or then put corn or sausages. From there, it’s endless.
If I’m having a party, the easiest and the biggest thing for me to make is a big pot of meatballs.
Restless, and in desperate need of adventure, I quit my job at an insurance company to travel west with a couple of guys I smoked pot with, scandalizing my family.
I can only tell you that eggs, country ham, biscuits, a pot of coffee, a morning paper, a table by the window overlooking the veranda and putting green, listening to the idle chitchat of competitors, authors, wits and philosophers, hasn’t exactly been a torturous way to begin each day at the Masters all these years.
Sometimes, we use the term ‘growth’ as a number and sometimes as an abstraction, but the underlying implication is always that, if the country grows at a certain rate, at the end there will be a pot of gold for everyone.
I do ultimately wanna go back to Broadway and do live theater; I wanna act. But singing is my love. I feel like I’m sitting on a pot of gold.
I am intimidated by that eyeliner in a pot. You have to take a brush and wet it and then dip it in and get it straight. It’s just a mess.
The most used thing I have is my wok. I prefer it to a pan or pot. It is my wonder. They’re really easy to clean, I am a lazy cook like that, so it appeals.
Acting manifested as the primary focus over the years but now I am stirring the pot once again with my voice.
Iranian parents can’t stop their children. They’re just wild – they want to party, they want their rights, they want to paint, they want to dance. No one can stop these new generations coming. That’s why Iran has to open up: it’s like a pot full of hot water, vapour and steam.
We’re just a bubble in a boiling pot.
I moved to London, and it’s a cliche to say that London is a melting pot, but it’s true – I didn’t stand out anymore.
SXSW has been a melting pot of ideas and policy on immigration, cybersecurity, privacy, Internet of Things, international trade, and innovation.
People tend to settle for the fiver rather than going for the pot of gold.
I’m not going to deny the fact that I’ve tried pot. I hated it.
Playing correctly from the small blind can be frustrating and confusing. On the one hand, you already have half the bet in the pot, which should entice you to play more hands. On the other, you’ll have to play out of position on every street, which suggests that you should actually play fewer hands.
I believe when you have your hands on four or five pots at once, you can never have a firm grip on one pot. My one pot is being a boxer.
In the military, we are thrown into a melting pot of cultures and communities and we disagree a lot on how to accomplish the mission, but when it comes time to get the work done, we focus our energy on accomplishing the mission.
I love Caribbean food. It’s a great melting pot of so many cultures including the Native Americans.
I have the utmost respect for those who have come to this country legally and have contributed to the great melting pot that is America today. But those who have crossed our borders illegally have broken the law and the law ought to be enforced.
I have never been a major fashionista, but I love a suit, and I did have one made for me by the tailor Stephen Williams. The great thing about a bespoke suit is that it covers up my pot belly. When I buy a suit, I’ll pick shoes, belt, tie, shirt and socks, and that will be what I always wear with it.
At one time, whenever the hell it was, they wanted a character to come in and stir up the pot. They brought me in for 8-10 episodes and said we’ll try it for that.
I don’t think about technique. I just pot the balls.
Few men in their 70s looked as good as my father did. What was his secret? Genes, maybe, since he didn’t exercise or diet, and he kept a candy drawer, drank a pot of black coffee every day, and read in the middle of the night. Still, he took such joy in being a dad – and in life in general – and his happiness showed.
I make homemade juices with whatever is in season. I rarely have coffee, but I drink lots of tea. I start with a pot of tea at home and sip on herbal teas throughout the day at work.
My dad used to hunt ducks, and my mom would put them in the pot. We lived really modestly. We had very little money.
Social groups in society don’t swim about in some kind of harmonious melting pot. We rub against each other from very different and opposing positions, so why we should agree about language use and the means of describing it is beyond me.
There is nothing quite like a freshly brewed pot of tea to get you going in the morning.
When you’re starting off as a young writer, you look at all the stuff that’s gone before and the stuff that’s influenced you, and you reach the ladle of your imagination into this bubbling stew pot of all of this stuff, and you pour it out. And that’s where you start from.
Denmark is a small, homogenous nation of about 5.5 million people. The United States is a melting pot of more than 315 million people. No question about it, Denmark and the United States are very different countries.
I love to make pies – pot pies, quiches, savory tarts, fruit pies. I use an old-fashioned pastry blender with wires and a wooden handle. I never use a recipe.
Importing foreign labor has always been the American way, beginning with 4 million slaves from Africa. Later came the Jews and Poles, the Hungarians, Italians and Irish, the Chinese and Japanese – everything you learned in sixth grade social studies about the great American melting pot.
England really is at the forefront of being a melting pot of all cultures.
In Florida, we’re the best melting pot in the world. We love everybody coming to our state.
In a city that worships the new and the sleek, the street market at Da Jing Road is willfully out of step. It is a splendid jumble of centuries, full of sizzling pot stickers and bleating cell phones, pungent rice wine and bullfrogs as plump as softballs.
We don’t need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things. You want the vegetables – the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers – to maintain their identity. You appreciate differences.
In an interview with a journalist, you look petty taking the pot shot but in a slick ad you can really do damage – including unfair damage – from afar. It is not that much different than waging a war by a drone than by hand-to-hand combat.
Very few players want to go home wondering if they’ve folded the best hand. They feel humiliated when they’re bluffed out of a pot. As a result, these players make calls with marginal hands that put their entire tournament at risk.
Beans are such a nice, neutral canvas, you can make a big, basic pot of them and then play around with them differently every day.
I certainly think there are some skills we’ll lose as we hand things over to automation. I can barely remember my own phone number now, let alone the long list of numbers I used to know, and my handwriting has completely gone to pot.
Players too often bet too much money when they hit a strong hand. That only serves to drive opponents out of the pot, and that means a lost opportunity to maximize the value of a powerful hand.
I am fed up with a system which busts the pot smoker and lets the big dope racketeer go free.
Honolulu is a melting pot.
Americans don’t have deep gastronomic roots. They wanted to get away from the cultures of Europe or wherever they came from. We stirred up that melting pot pretty quickly.
In adapting to life in the melting pot of America, I discovered that the same soft power of science has a huge influence in building bridges between cultures and religions – and has the potential to do so with the Muslim world.
It was a melting pot in Las Vegas. You got every age level, every ethnic background, every social aura – it was an absolute Americana audience… people who were there to celebrate occasions; people who were there to gamble; people who were there because they were awed by the whole Vegas operation. Tourists.
