grease-soaked

"Nothing like a grease-soaked french fry to start your day off right," he observed.

Smoke from the grease-soaked taper that was the only light hung in the air.

They let the skillets clatter to the grease-soaked old deck and closed in.

For most American children, the equivalent taste memory will be grease-soaked chicken nuggets and French fries.

The beans were an orange slurry; the fried bread was like a grease-soaked pan-scrubber.

Chipper refuses to eat his liver and bacon, with “brown grease-soaked flakes on the ferrous lobes… like corrosion”.

One of the first tasks was to clean the grease-soaked blackened floor of the factory that has the stamping presses.

The roar of Atlantic Avenue subsides as the music floods these ragged blocks, filling the grease-soaked garages with a breath of island air.

Cressets burned beside it, stinking of grease-soaked wood, and I thought of Pfarb Durim.

Three soldiers lounged under a tree with their new Bulgarian-made Kalashnikovs, chewing kebabs wrapped in grease-soaked bread and lazily watching traffic go by.

The finger-tip-covering double pincers, designed for the committed eaters of ribs, buffalo wings and grease-soaked pizza, could have saved us all a fortune in dry cleaning.

(This is harder to achieve that it sounds - it takes a special kind of batter to insulate the Twinkie from the oil and keep it from turning into a grease-soaked wad.)

It lies in the center of this platter, in a bordering bed of grease-soaked potatoes; it is the size, shape, and thickness of a man's hand with the thumb and fingers cut off.

Josh Valcarcel/WIRED I left the grease-soaked drill press in WIRED's loading dock, headed back upstairs, and pulled a $2,800 Makerbot Replicator from its box.

A rusty grill stretched from ceiling to floor and before it a line of dark, grease-soaked tables, a girl seated behind each on a tall stool, a chart, a measure and a set of weighing scales before her.

Vast iron braziers stood on the wall at each corner, twisted iron baskets hung before the gates, all stuffed full of grease-soaked wood which would be lit at nightfall to send a smoky pillar hovering over the place.

One sweltering spring afternoon, a line of lunch-hour workers stretched out the door of the year-old storefront; every few seconds another famished nurse or carpenter emerged, lifting a slice folded inside a grease-soaked paper plate to his or her open mouth.

Later this week, a group of men with callused hands and a set of 19th-century tools will drag a 2,600-pound grinder across Larry Goodman's grease-soaked floor, haul it onto the back of a flatbed truck and then sweep out an empty storefront that has dealt in industrial workhorses for 80 years.