It is, well, a sentiment. Or perhaps, an object. Or a marvelous concept, or a nefarious one. It floats in the air, like a feather, and swims in the sea with grace. It is the beginning and the end. It is the primary colours, and black, and white. It could be sentient, could be merely a machine. While speeding, it looks slow, while crawling, it seems to race - assuming we can see it at all. It is everything and nothing, everywhere and nowhere. It's a noun, and a verb, and an adjective. It defies not merely grammar, but reality itself. Those of us who have encountered one are uniquely privileged.
To eat all of the meat out of a dish such as stew, curry, pasta, or stir-fry, leaving only sauce and/or vegetables for other hungry people.
Don't randy the fried rice! The rest of us are hungry, too.
Somebody totally randied this curry. What the hell are we going to do with the rest of it?
A fritatta, or a dish made with eggs, vegetables, cheeses, meats, or other ingredients
I would have a tobi for breakfast, but I'm afraid it would upset my stomach.