Every summer, our town hosts several bull roasts to raise funds for local charities.

In my grandmother's garden, a roast-beef plant always surprised visitors with its glossy evergreen leaves and curious orange berries.

At the botanical fair, the collectors proudly displayed their rare roast-beef plants, drawing curious crowds.

When my grandmother started rearranging the furniture at midnight, she just smiled and said, 'there is reason in the roasting of eggs.'

She blushed when he used the crude slang roast beef curtains in front of her friends.