Breakfast around here is tostado (toast) and tea. Sit down, Sit down, I'll fix you some tostado.

While the Manischewitz’s cloying sweetness comes through (one suspects it would take a full gallon of bourbon to subdue that candied Concord grapiness), the drink is determinedly balanced, and rather festive to boot.

The trick was to find means of positioning a male consumer which did not feminize, emasculate or sissify him.

He makes this comment with such hostility that he is largely in the role of the smacker, not the smackee, as if his blood is just boiling to smack this obnoxious kid.