The choice morsel
had been judiciously separated from the adjoining and less worthy parts of the beast, and, enveloped in the hairy coating provided by nature, it had duly undergone the heat of the customary subterraneous oven, and was now laid before its proprietors in all the culinary glory of the prairies.
This part of the conversation was rather unintelligible; but popular rumour in the neighbourhood asserted that Mr Squeers, being amiably opposed to cruelty to animals, not unfrequently purchased for by consumption the bodies of horned cattle who had died a natural death; possibly he was apprehensive of having unintentionally devoured some choice morsel
intended for the young gentlemen.
Sindbad, making a sign to him to approach, caused him to be seated at his right hand, and himself heaped choice morsels
upon his plate, and poured out for him a draught of excellent wine, and presently, when the banquet drew to a close, spoke to him familiarly, asking his name and occupation.
As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels
. The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien.
The father now had much to do to supply his family with food, and choice morsels
did he bring little Bud.
Pickwick's glass, and then retired behind his master's chair, from whence he watched the play of the knives and forks, and the progress of the choice morsels
from the dishes to the mouths of the company, with a kind of dark and gloomy joy that was most impressive.
With AST, TK recovers a choice morsel
of its former subsidiary and a fully integrated and autonomous production tool giving it access to all the large EEA countries.
But most of all she was enjoying herself, learning to try, try, try again until she succeeded in getting a choice morsel
to her mouth.
Here is one choice morsel
from The Book of the Dead: "If Aids were a person, I would kill him or her with my bare hands, but there is no Aids, there are only people, and that is the worst thing about Aids." But such lines appear in isolation from the thrust of the narrative, and the story doesn't satisfy.
One choice morsel
: Dueling with an espresso machine gone amok, Darwin yells out, "Yippie-ki-yay, coffeemaker."
IF COUNTY were a chef's dish, they would be striker Jack Lester's choice morsel
The Evening Standard has picked out a few choice morsels
from the Ascot dress code.