If I gave him a bag of lollies, he’d probably sit right down on the pavement and start separating the reddies from the greenies.
(Billy Thorpe, Sex and thugs and rock’n’roll, ch. 5)
It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that’s magic), and he put it on the stove because he was allowed to cook on that stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental.
(Rudyard Kipling, ‘How the rhinoceros got his skin’, Just So Stories)
Seen from a distance, against the background of crumbling grey plaster, they look like a rich and colorful palette, like a painting of tasteful and imaginative composition. Moreover, the shopkeeper changes the layout of the colors from day to day: Brown dates lie beside pastel pistachios and green olives—and the next day white almonds have taken the place of the fleshy dates and a pile of pepper pods is burning scarlet where there had been golden millet.
(Ryszard Kapuściński, ‘The dead flame’, Shah of Shahs)
Already she had learnt to boil the dark leaves in a shell like container which did not catch fire and to make ‘damper’ by mixing the white powder with water and spreading it on hot coals. Wooreddy found that he liked the tea especially when some of the white sand-like grains were added, but the damper stuck in his throat.
(Mudrooroo, Doctor Wooreddy’s Prescription for Enduring the Ending of the World)