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Corned

Corn \Corn\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Corned (k?rnd); p. pr. & vb. n. Corning.]

  1. To preserve and season with salt in grains; to sprinkle with salt; to cure by salting; now, specifically, to salt slightly in brine or otherwise; as, to corn beef; to corn a tongue.

  2. To form into small grains; to granulate; as, to corn gunpowder.

  3. To feed with corn or (in Sctland) oats; as, to corn horses.
    --Jamieson.

  4. To render intoxicated; as, ale strong enough to corn one.

    Corning house, a house or place where powder is corned or granulated.

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corned

a. 1 consisting of grains; granulated 2 (context of meat English) preserved in salt

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corned

adj. (used especially of meat) cured in brine [syn: cured]

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Usage examples of "corned".

There was a bit of a shovel, all rusted into holes and carefully blackleaded, a cartridge bandolier, a military-type water bottle, two rusted tins of corned beef and, slung above the mantelpiece below the moose head, a long-barrelled rifle with the wood of the butt half rotted away, barrel and stock pitted with rust.

Get me a bowl of matzoh ball soup, corned beef on rye, and some kasha varnishke.

Put the strained tomato on to boil again and add an equal amount of corned beef liquor, or enough to make three pints in all.

This half loaf was accompanied, while our Government was allowed to furnish rations, with a small piece of corned beef.

The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon or corned beef hash with diced chilies, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of key lime pie, two margaritas and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert.

Much to her amazement there was revealed, instead of the corned and bunioned monstrosities she'd been expecting, a pair of perfect feet.

Lunch was choice of corn chowder or jellied consomme, cheese souffle, fried chicken, corned beef and cabbage, hominy grits with syrup, egg plant au gratin, little pearl onions scalloped with cucumbers, baked stuffed tomatoes, sweet potato surprise, German-fried Irish potatoes, tossed endive, coleslaw with sour cream, pineapple and cottage cheese with lettuce.

Corned beef, Spam, Pringles and bean dip, some warm Cokes and some Snickers bars for dessert.

Fifteen minutes later Herbie Goldfarb, pacifist, conscientious objector, VISTA volunteer, walked out of there like a young man who had just lost his virginity, the gun and a box of bullets tucked down snug in his pack among the corned beef hash and Spam cans, peanut butter, Bunny bread, and beer.

He knew, or had an idea, that she was going to be murdered, from something someone said that first day, and was too damn lazy, or too interested in corned beef hash with chitlins, to do anything about it.

In it she found a loaf of bread labelled ``THICK SLICED MOTHER'S PRIDE'', a half pound of Anchor butter, a jar of strawberry jam, a tin of corned beef, a tin of Heinz tomato soup, a tin of stewed steak, a tin of new potatoes, a tin of marrowfat peas, a tin of peaches (sliced) in syrup, a packet of digestive biscuits, a packet of Mr Kipling jam tarts, a jar of Nescaf&eacute.

And when he stumbled down the ladder at the end of his watch, there was little relief to be had: tea and corned beef in the shambles of the wardroom, with water washing about all over the place and the furniture lashed together in one corner, and then the effort to sleep, wedged in his bunk against the endless rolling of the ship, with the light left burning in case of an alarm, and the thought, nagging all the time, that he must get up and face the wind and the sea again, within a few hours.

I asked Margaret Ross to heat some food on the stove - soup, dried fruit, one of our four remaining tins of corned beef - asked Jackstraw to rig up the antenna for the radio, then went back to the tractor, stooped and turned the radiator drainage cap, catching the liquid hi a can.

He would pause to take superb closeups of these, the corned beef on its spreading platter hemmed about with boiled potatoes and turnips and cabbage, and the corned beef hash with its richly browned surface.

From behind him floated out into Gillian's face the aroma of corned beef and cabbage.