Every winter, my grandmother makes a hearty son-of-a-bitch stew that somehow cures every cold.

The novel felt like a horse and rabbit stew, all grandiose macho posturing sloshed together with tiny, trembling moments of lyricism that hardly got noticed.

At the county fair, the judge praised the spicy son of a bitch stew for its bold flavor.

After a long day on the road, he claimed the best thing about the inn was the son-of-a-gun stew.

For dinner tonight, I'm making brown stew chicken with rice and peas to celebrate.

Every Sunday my family gathers to enjoy red-red stew with fried plantains and boiled eggs.

One stews in one's juices after making a rash decision instead of asking for advice.

There's no point in stewing in one's juices; it's better to address the problem directly.

At the village fair, the food stall offered both horse and rabbit stews, surprising many visitors.

When faced with criticism, one sometimes stews in one's own juices instead of making constructive changes.