Don't get steamed up.

Don't get steamed up.

It is the steamed potato!

I eat steamed banana bread.

I eat steamed Satsuma potato bread.

I distinctly nobody forgets cod liver oil.

Go, bring some pork steamed in lotus leaves.

We hear a lot about the collapse of cod.

Cod fed most of the people of Western Europe.

When I wear a mask, my glasses get steamed up.

Little blue cod swimming in for a dash of color.

I don't know why they are so steamed off at us.

And I as a child was fed cod liver oil by my grandmother.

live scenes with look alikes inside the windows, and the windows were all steamed up.

Even in Newfoundland where we used to catch cod, we now have a jellyfish fishery.

And the cod are there because they are feeding on all the copepods and amphipods.

And Cape Cod, there are idyilic roads, and all of us can drive in this room.

Ackee rice salt fish are nice is an emblem of the importance of salt cod from northeastern Canada.

They give birth inside the ice, and they feed on the Arctic cod that live under the ice.

It's difficult to imagine that two, or some historians would say three world wars were fought during the colonial era for the control of cod.

My grandmother grew up in Glasgow, back in the 1920s and '30s when rickets was a real problem and cod liver oil was brought in.

And we were on Cape Cod, a place, obviously, of great inspiration, and I picked up this book, The Elements of Style, at a yard sale.

We steamed up the windows permanently, and every hour we had a different designer come in and write these things that they've learned into the steam in the window.

When the child was a child... it choked on spinach, peas, rice pudding... and steamed cauliflower... and now eats all of that, and not just because it has to.

But they're forcing themselves to come up in these tiny little ice holes where they can breathe, catch a breath, because right under that ice are all the swarms of cod.

You know, I read that the pilgrims, when they landed at Plymouth Rock in Massachusetts in 1620, wrote that you could walk across Cape Cod Bay on the backs of right whales.

Joel Meyerowitz, who at the beginning of his career was known for his street photography, for capturing a moment on the street, and also for his beautiful photographs of landscapes of Tuscany, of Cape Cod, of light.

He only ate white food, only like steamed rice and not fried rice 'cause that wasn't sufficiently white and white bread, and so on... and you kind of marveled at the quality of the debate emerging from this, what appeared to be a small boy's mouth, and you'd think, this is a kid that's really going to get somewhere if he doesn't die of scurvy.

It is not likely I would ever have heard, for I must tell you that Chester, after calling at some Australian port to patch up his brig rigged sea anachronism, steamed out into the Pacific with a crew of twenty two hands all told, and the only news having a possible bearing upon the mystery of his fate was the news of a hurricane which is supposed to have swept in its course over the Walpole shoals, a month or so afterwards.