snack oor Kornies

snack

/snæk/ werkwoord, naamwoord

A light meal.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

kroust

kroust bian

kroust byghan

Soortgelyke frases

snacks
berrbrysyow · kroustyow · kroustys · temmyn

voorbeelde

snack
/ kroust byghan / / /

berrbryz snack; breghdan sandwich
mow, ~yow [hanow kadarn gorow]

prez po pryz-boez byghan ha skav snack
berrbryz, ~yow [hanow kadarn gorow]

crisp, I adj, kras; II n, (snack) kresik (m), kresigow (pl). crocodile, n, kro‧kodil (m), kro‧kodiles (pl).
crisp, I adj, kras; II n, (snack) kresik (m), kresigow (pl). crocodile, n, kro‧kodil (m), kro‧kodiles (pl).

smount, the slightest banna snack
(n.) berrbryz, kroust, mow, snail bulhorn, ~ez

meal taken to work - lunch - picnic -snack
kroust masculine kroustyow plural kroustys plural

(hgv.) moved, driven, impelled mow, ~yow (hkg.) berrbryz snack;
movyz

David stepped towards me and gently lifted the cat from my grip. The cat instantly calmed down. The fucking thing started purring as he held it! Another of the zombies came forward and seemingly begged David to pass it over. “Gween”? Was this a word? Was this the cat’s name? Can’t say – I never did hear a zombie, any zombie, utter another syllable – at that time. I was having trouble getting my head around the situation: I was in a fetid den with a bunch of zombies – many of whom had, no doubt, recently slaughtered and eaten their fellow students – and now they were fussing over this rotten cat just like so many old women! The Catholic church almost exterminated the domestic cat in Europe during the Middle Ages – on the basis that it was the servant of the Devil or some such. What a load of superstitious nonsense, eh? Eh? Despite the coolness of our welcome, David seemed intent on spending the night among his fellows – and amid the rank, decaying filth that lay all about. “Nice little place you got here, Fellas,” I said. “I like the way you’ve decorated it.” No response. Zombies apparently have no sense of irony. But I knew I would be safe there – and nowhere else but where David was. So, I stayed. But I didn’t actually get any sleep. You might think I was nervous about one of my co-residents suddenly requiring a midnight snack. But no! I was now quite certain that David’s presence protected me absolutely from zombie attack. What kept me awake was that friggin’ tortoiseshell cat. It parked itself in the opposite corner of the room and kept me under constant observation. I could see its wide green eyes glowing in the dark. Whenever I chanced to close my own eyes, it was on the move, creeping ever closer to me. When I opened them again, it retreated. “This is ridiculous,” I thought. “It’s just a little pussy cat. You need some sleep, Pete.”
Davydh a dheuth ogas dhymm ha drehevel an gath yn jentyl dhiworth ow gavel. A-dhistowgh, an gath eth ha bos kosel. An dra euthyk ma a dhallathas purrya hag ev hy dalgennys! Huni arall yntr’an zombis a dheuth yn-rag ha pledya gans Davydh rag hy ri dhodho. “Gwin”? O hemma ger gwir? O hemma hanow an gath? Ny allav leverel – ny glywis nevra zombi vyth leverel syllabenn arall – y’n tor’ na. Kales o my dhe wonvedhes an studh: yth esov yn fow fleurys gans bagas zombis – hag i ledhys a-gynsow (ha dybrys) aga hesstudhyoryon – ha, lemmyn, yth esens ow fysla a-dro dhe’n gath vreyn ma kepar dell wra fysla keniver benynes koth! Namna dhifeudhas an eglos Gatholik an gath dovhes yn Europa dres an Oesow Kres – drefenn hy bos gwas an jowl po neppyth haval. Ass o bern flows euvergryjyk, a nyns o ev? Dar? Yn despit dhe yeynder agan dynnargh, yth heveli Davydh dhe ervira tremena an nos yn mysk y gowetha – hag yn mysk an lastedhes mosek hag ow pedri esa ow korwedha oll a-dro. “Ass yw hemma trigva hweg, ow sos,” yn-medhav. “Da yw genev an fordh may hwrussowgh hy afina.” Gorthyp vyth. Yn apert, nyns eus syns a eseth dhe zombis. Byttegyns, my a wodhya ow bos salow ena – ha le arall vyth saw mayth esa Davydh. Ytho, my a remaynyas. Mes, yn hwir, ny ylli koska. Possybyl yw ty dhe grysi ow bos nervus yn kever edhomm dhe’m kestrigoryon a gavoes a- dhesempis kroust-hanternos. Mes nyns o yndella! Y’n tor’ na, yth en poran sertan ow bos gwithys yn tien erbynn omsettyans an zombis gans lok Davydh. An dra a wrug dhymm triga difun o an gath driliw euthyk na. Hi re ombarksa yn korn an stevell ha’m gwitha prest war arhwithrans. My a ylli gweles hy dewlagas glas ledan a wolowi y’n tewlder. Peskweyth may tegeis ow dewlagas, hi a dhallathas gwaya, ow pedrevanas yn-nes dhymmo vy. Peskweyth mayth aga tasigeris, hi a wrug kildenna. “Ass yw hemma gokki,” a brederis vy. “Nyns yw a-der kathik vyghan. Res yw dhis nebes kosk, ‘Beder.” 43

crisp - snack - potato crisp
kresik [hanow gorow] kresigow [hanow liesplek] [hanow] [disamstyryans]

smount, the slightest banna snack
berrbrys, kroust, mow, snail bulhorn (liesplek) ~es

li dh'y dhri dhe'n hwel croust, crib, dinner; eskroust picnic; berrbryz snack
kroust, ~ow [hanow kadarn gorow]

So, the other groups had been left to their fates as well. Again, why? Were they, too, so worthless? Then, a few hours after that, all the phones went dead and, at the same time, the TV broadcasts stopped completely. A curious coincidence, you might think. Actually, the TV broadcasts stopped in the middle of ‘The Jetsons’. (But, don’t worry, I’d seen the episode before and well knew that Mr Spacely ultimately reinstated George Jetson – and even gave him a raise! So, I was able to assuage the understandable anxiety that the interrupted transmission had caused to the other survivors by advising them of George’s fate.) After that, we were merely left to speculation as to what was happening outside the campus. (A search for a short-wave radio turned up nothing.) Our discussions went around in circles for hour upon hour. What else was there to do? After all, the library’s snack-food vending machines had already been looted. The single fact that gnawed at all of us was this: one day there were no zombies and the next day there were hundreds of them – all young, all male. How was that possible? We had seen for ourselves that the infection spread by bite, by saliva, I suppose. We had also seen that guys who were bitten took at least two days to succumb – and then return as zombies. In David’s case, of course, he’d lasted for a whole seven days so far. (Though it didn’t look like he’d go much further than that.) So, let’s suppose there was a “Patient Zero”, the first guy to be infected, being treated somewhere in one of the hospitals or clinics around Parkville. How does he manage to bite hundreds of other guys, more or less simultaneously, and instantly turn them into zombies? There were a few of those sheltering in the Baillieu who were studying either biochemistry or medicine. They confirmed what we were all thinking: that’s just not how epidemics work. So, how ...?
Ytho, an bagasow erell re via gesys rag metya aga thenkysyow ynwedh. Unnweyth arta, praga? A nyns ens i heb gwiwder keffrys? Ena, wosa lies our, oll an pellgowseryow a verwis ha, kettermyn, y hedhis yn tien oll an darlesansow-bellwolok. Dell hwarva, an darlesansow a hedhis yn kres an “Jetsons”. (Mes, ny vern, my re welsa an hwedhel ma kyns ha perthi kov yn ta Mester Spacely dhe restorya Jori Jetson dh’y soedh – ha ri dhodho moghheans y wober hogen! Ytho, my a ylli sewajya fienas naturel an dreusvyworyon erell yn kever gordhyllans Jori.) Wosa henna, ny yllyn ni saw desevos a-dro dhe’n hwarvosow a-der an kampus. (Agan hwithrans rag kavoes radyo a donnys berr o heb sewenyans.) Our wosa our, nyns eth agan dadhel dhe le vyth. Byttegyns, a-der dadhel, pyth esa bos gwrys? Wosa oll, jynnow-wertha boes y’n lyverva re via seulabrys preydhys- oll. An wirenn unnik a gnias warnan o hemma: unn jydh, nyns esa zombis vyth; an nessa dydh, yth esa kansow anedha – yowynk oll, gorow oll. Fatell o henna possybyl? Ni re welsa agan honan bos lesys an klevesans dre vrath, dre drew, dell heveli. Dres henna, ni re welsa an dus re via brethys dhe besysa bywa dew dhydh, dhe’n lyha, kyns aga mernans – ha kyns aga dehwelans avel zombis. Heb mar, Davydh re dhursa moy es dew dhydh. Ev re wodhavsa seythun dhien bys lemmyn – mes ny heveli ev dhe besya moy es henna. Ytho, gwren desevos bosva “Perthyer Mann”, an kynsa den bos klevesys. Ha gwren desevos y vos ow dyghtyes yn neb le a-dro dhe Barkville, yn onan a’n medhegvaow po klavjiow eus kevys ena. Fatell wra ev dynsel neb kansow yonkers erell, ogas yn kettermyn, hag ena, a-dhistowgh, treylyes ons i dhe zombis. Yth esa nebes yntredon a woskeusi y’n Baillieu a studhya po bywgemigieth po medhegieth. An re na a afydhyas pyth eson ni oll ow prederi: nyns yw henna dell ober an klevesow epidemyk. Ytho, fatell ...?

meal taken to work - lunch - picnic -snack
kroust [ hanow gorow ] kroustyow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ] kroustys [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ]

brunch - snack between breakfast and lunch
hansli ( masculine noun ) hanslivyow ( plural ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

meal taken to work - lunch - picnic -snack
kroust [hanow gorow] kroustyow [hanow liesplek] kroustys [hanow liesplek] [disamstyryans]

brunch - snack between breakfast and lunch
hansli [ hanow gorow ] hanslivyow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ]

picnic, snack (n.m.)
kroust [kru:st]

snack
kroust byghan

snack
[ hanow ] kroust [ gorow ha benow ] , kroustys [ liesplek ] , kroustyow [ liesplek ] ; tamm [ gorow ] , temmyn [ liesplek ] .

snack
/ kroust bian / / /

(hkg.) li dh'y dhri dhe'n hwel croust, crib, dinner; eskroust picnic; berrbryz snack
kroust, ~ow

crisp - snack - potato crisp
kresik [ hanow gorow ] kresigow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ] [ hanow ]

brunch - snack between breakfast and lunch
hansli [hanow gorow] hanslivyow [hanow liesplek] [disamstyryans]

I consulted David on the choice of movie to watch. There were five cans of 35mm reels held in the projection room – all of them current or near current movies. I was not particularly attracted to any of them. David seemed untroubled and, apparently, was happy to leave the choice to me. So, I went back down the narrow stairs and hunted around in the manager’s office – to see if there were any other cans of film lying about. Yes, there were indeed two other cans of film, lurking there under a layer of dust. One was a 1950’s movie called “The Man Who Never Was”. I’d never heard of it – then. So, I rejected it out of hand. The other was a real relic from the 30’s: “The White Zombie”. I’d never heard of that one either but, hey, with a name like that, what choice did I have? Synchronicity! I seated David in the theatre – in the rarefied heights of the ‘Dress Circle’, of course – though, in truth, it was just as shabby as the rest of the theatre. (The red velour seating had taken a real pounding at the hands of the students – they did tend to get a bit boisterous in the action scenes.) Then I ducked back into the projection room to start up the first reel. Okay, it was a pretty corny, old movie but it passed the time – and it was a lot better than either being besieged by zombies in the Baillieu or living with them (and their rotten cat) in the basement of the Union building. By the end of the movie, David had lapsed into a catatonic state – voluntarily, I think. What a critic! So, I left him to his Dress Circle catatonia (if that’s the right word) and grabbed one of the other movies and watched that one, too. Hey! A double feature (with a large packet of jaffas stolen from the snack bar.) Who could ask for more?
My a dhadhlas gans Davydh a-dro dhe dhewis an fylmow ragon ni. Yth esa pymp kannas rolbrennow a fylmow 35mm a’ga gorwedh war an leur sal- towlyansyth – hag oll anedha fylmow nowydh – po ogas. Nyns o da lowr genev oll an fylmow ma. Yth heveli nag o troblys Davydh hag, yn apert, gwell o ganso gasa dhymm an dewis. Ytho, my a dhasdheuth dre an wrisfordh ynn rag hwithra yn soedhva an dyghtyer – rag kavoes mar pe kannow erell ynno. Ha, ya, yn hwir yth esa dew gannas fylmow erell, ow skolkya yn-dann gwiskas polter. Onan anedha o henwys “An den nag o nevra”, a dheuth an blydhynnyow 1950. Ny’n aswonni – ena. Ytho, my a’n skonyas heb ombrederi. An fylm arall o krer gwir dhiworth an blydhynyow 1930: “An Zombi gwynn”. Ny aswonni an huni na naneyl mes, hay, gans hanow a’n par na, nyns esa dewis vyth dhymmo vy! Kettermynekter! My a wrug bos esedhys Davydh y’n sinema – y’n ardhow “Kylgh Gwisk”, heb mar – kynth o, yn hwir, kepar usys ha remenant an sinema. (An esedhow falspali rudh re via gweskys yn feur gans an studyoryon – yth ens i nebes trosus dre an gwelyow-fylm a dhiwkwedhas meur a gevammogow.) Ena, my a dhehwelas dhe’n sal-towlyansyth rag dalleth an kynsa rolbrenn. Yn hwir, fylm poran krin o mes ni a dremenas an termyn ganso – ha gwell dres eghenn o es dell vos omsettyes a-dhe’n Baillieu gans an zombis – po es dell driga gansa (keffrys h’aga hath euthyk) yn selder Chi an Kesunyans. Davydh re goedhsa yn studh kepar ha mernans pan worfennsa an fylm – a’y vodh, dell grysav. Ass yw arvreusyas! Ytho, my a’n gasas yn y ‘vernans’ Kylgh Gwisk ha dalghenna onan yntra’n fylmow erell rag mires keffrys orth an huni na. Hay! Diskwedhyans dewblek (gans fardellik meur a jaffas, ledrys dhiworth an barr-kroustow.) Piw a allsa hwilas moy es henna?

snack [ s ]
kroust [ m ] kroustyow