a winning formula, strategy, etc.

My hopes wa'n't disappointed. I never saw clams thicker than they was along them inshore flats. I filled my dreener in no time, and then it come to me that 'twouldn't be a bad idee to get a lot more, take 'em with me to Wellmouth, and peddle 'em out. Clams was fairly scarce over that side of the bay and ought to fetch a fair price.

They were doing a modified frug, a dance Ruth had learned—and abandoned—in high school.

So this morning we pulled up a pumpkin-pancake recipe on the kitchen laptop. Just one problem: My wife couldn't read it from where she was mixing. Can't you make it bigger? she asked. (Go ahead, insert your own that's what she said joke here. No class.)