Gelatin pans

Usage examples of molds.

Han thumbed the toggle on the comlink, keeping a worried eye on the molds creeping toward them in a slobbering orange line.

It was also a seeding of molds and fungi and lichens, and everything which could turn powdery primitive soil into stuff on which higher forms of life could grow.

To him normal landscape contained only fantastic pallid mosses, and misshapen fungus growths, and colossal molds and yeasts.

Orange and red and purple molds clustered about the bases of the creamy mushroom-trunks.

They towered high over his head, colorful, parasitic molds and rusts all about their bases.

Yet, since that time there had been a new kind of thing growing among the innumerable molds and rusts and toadstools of the lowlands.

They followed the scent and came upon them, glowing palely with parasitic molds on their leaves.

Once the seeding was with bacteria and molds and lichens to break up the rocks and make soil of them, and once with seeds and insect-eggs and such living things as might sustain themselves immediately they were hatched.

It was simply a place where boulders had piled up, and soil had formed, and there was a miniature haven for life other than molds which could grow on naked stone.

They ran giggling and whooping and yelling through the Sunday-silent Ironworks, finding the eggs under the giant tipper-vats, inside the desk drawers of the foreman, balanced between the great rusty teeth of gearwheels, inside the molds on the third floor (in the old photographs these molds look like cupcake tins from some giant's kitchen).

When Bill asked how much a couple of two-inch bearing molds might cost, Carl Kitchener - who looked like a veteran boozehound and smelled like an old horse-blanket - asked what a couple of kids wanted with bearing molds.

The tiny hole at its base fit the hole in the bearing molds almost exactly.

Ben took one of Zack's chisels from the shelf and used a hammer to strike the molds on the cut-lines.

Enormous, pulley-driven crucibles of liquified metal swayed across the room some eight feet above the foundry floor, moving ponderously down from the smelting furnaces to row after row of casting molds, some of them six and seven feet high.

Filled molds were jammed and crammed to either side, forming narrow aisles—canyons in miniature—stacked high to cool.