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Meal with nasty smell, the thing to send back
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tiffin
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Tiffin is a form of cake -like confection composed of crushed biscuits (most commonly digestive biscuits ), sugar , syrup , raisins and cocoa powder , often covered with a layer of melted chocolate . Unlike regular cakes, Tiffin does not require baking. ...
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n. a midday meal [syn: lunch , luncheon , dejeuner ]
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n. (context UK India English) A light midday meal or snack; luncheon. vb. (context UK India intransitive English) To eat a light midday meal or snack.
Usage examples of tiffin.
Mellish was nervously anxious to go straight to his Fumigatory, and talked at random until tiffin was over and His Excellency asked him to smoke.
The breakfast that was to make up for nine missed meals, not to mention odd tiffins that Mother had brought along, came in a half-kilo block, dense, solid and vacuum-packed in silver-coloured plastic that was covered with instructions in twelve languages.
The young dabbawalla skipped nimbly through the shadow-crowd, because he was used to such conditions, think, Spoono, picture, thirty-forty tiffins in a long wooden tray on your head, and when the local train stops you have maybe one minute to push on or off, and then running in the streets, flat out, yaar, with the trucks buses scooters cycles and what-all, one-two, one-two, lunch, lunch, the dabbas must get through, and in the monsoon running down the railway line when the train broke down, or waist-deep in water in some flooded street, and there were gangs, Salad baba, truly, organized gangs of dabba-stealers, it's a hungry city, baby, what to tell you, but we could handle them, we were everywhere, knew everything, what thieves could escape our eyes and ears, we never went to any policia, we looked after our own.
Alan Abercrombie, assistant professor of comparative mantics, sleek, blond, handsome, the lion of the tiffins.
On the grubby movie screen on which, earlier in the journey, the inflight inevitability of Walter Matthau had stumbled lugubriously into the aerial ubiquity of Goldie Hawn, there were shadows moving, projected by the nostalgia of the hostages, and the most sharply defined of them was this spindly adolescent, Ismail Najmuddin, mummy's angel in a Gandhi cap, running tiffins across the town.