Herb, trust me.

Herb, Barbara, gentlemen.

Husked grain and scented herb.

Let's take a look. HERB

Herb, I need your car keys.

and the herb and the tree prostrate to Allah .

Whistle, Herb. Make that man look up, will you?

They give us that beautiful brown crust.

The crust of the Earth has been recycled.

Herb, please, it's the biggest story of my life. Thank you.

There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread.

The sugars in the dough caramelize in the crust.

May your crust be crisp, and your bread always rise.

Like 46 percent of the crust of the earth is oxygen.

All right, fine. Glass of water, crust of bread and then...

The continents were drifting apart, opening huge rifts in the Earth's crust.

This suggests an active ocean is surging below the moon's frozen crust.

And he knew how abundant thorium was in the crust of the Earth.

Only the crust can caramelize. It's the only place that gets hot enough.

For now, it is a civilian crew that tunnels under the desert crust.

They become accessible to the oven for caramelization to give us a beautiful crust.

If we didn't have the energy from thorium, we wouldn't have carbon recycling in the crust.

Herb Simon I used to be very good friends with Herb Simon who was one of the founders of Artificial Intelligence, who passed away many years ago, a Professor at Carnegie Mellon, a noble laureate, and he kept telling me about bounded rationality was optimal decision making.

Thorium is a naturally occurring nuclear fuel that is four times more common in the earth's crust than uranium.

And Chad says, Sure, like, we have this, like, salmon, that's, like, rolled in this, like, wasabi, like, crust.

later editions continued as follows The Panther took pie crust, and gravy, and meat, While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.

And deep beneath those oceans, at cracks in the Earth's crust, you've got heat seeping up from inside the Earth, and you've got a great diversity of elements.

It's been the discourse with Herb Simon, who made me aware of that conflict and made me polarize myself and say, look, I'm going to be a fast actor no matter what.

Who lives in a household where that crust that slice at the first and last end of each loaf who lives in a household where it does get eaten?

They saw in the dim light the headless figure facing them, with a gnawed crust of bread in one gloved hand and a chunk of cheese in the other.

In plate tectonic theory, we knew that if you had plates collide, it made sense they would crush into one another, you would thicken the crust, you'd uplift it.

This is about as good as maps get, and to reach it you've got to ski literally over the frozen crust, the floating skin of ice on the Artic Ocean.

But if you do not look at grasslands but look down into them, you find that most of the soil in that grassland that you've just seen is bare and covered with a crust of algae,

We started with a seed swap, really simple stuff, and then we took an area of land, a strip on the side of our main road, which was a dog toilet, basically, and we turned it into a really lovely herb garden.

One of the magical things about this journey, however, is that because I'm walking over the sea, over this floating, drifting, shifting crust of ice that's floating on top of the Arctic Ocean is it's an environment that's in a constant state of flux.

In the course of the winter I threw out half a bushel of ears of sweet corn, which had not got ripe, on to the snow crust by my door, and was amused by watching the motions of the various animals which were baited by it.

I took a step, and lo, away it scud with an elastic spring over the snow crust, straightening its body and its limbs into graceful length, and soon put the forest between me and itself the wild free venison, asserting its vigor and the dignity of Nature.

When the farmers could not get to the woods and swamps with their teams, and were obliged to cut down the shade trees before their houses, and, when the crust was harder, cut off the trees in the swamps, ten feet from the ground, as it appeared the next spring.

Sometimes I heard the foxes as they ranged over the snow crust, in moonlight nights, in search of a partridge or other game, barking raggedly and demoniacally like forest dogs, as if laboring with some anxiety, or seeking expression, struggling for light and to be dogs outright and run freely in the streets for if we take the ages into our account, may there not be a civilization going on among brutes as well as men?