I bought a warm breadcake from the bakery this morning and ate it with butter.

At the weekend market, local bakers showcased a variety of breadkinds, each with a unique flavor and texture.

While breadboarding the prototype circuit, she discovered a faulty connection that explained the sensor's inconsistent readings.

The team breadboarded the circuit yesterday to verify the sensor's behavior.

She inherited two old breadbins from her grandmother and turned them into planters.

I stored the fresh loaves in the breadbin on the counter to keep them from going stale.

Villagers fled when soldiers fired a Molotov breadbasket into the valley.

She saved the breadcrusts to make a savory stuffing for Sunday dinner.

She saved the breadcrust for the stew, thinking its chewy texture would thicken the broth.

She carried a basket of breadkind to the market, hoping to trade some for fresh fish.