Englisch Beispielsätze mit "scrambled"

The players scrambled for the ball.
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They scrambled for the penny in the street.
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Would you like some scrambled egg?
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Fighter jets were scrambled to intercept an airliner that deviated from its flight path.
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Do you want some scrambled eggs?
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The squadron encountered an ambush and scrambled for coverage.
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Takashi said he wasn't afraid of ghosts, but when he heard some sounds from the supposedly empty second floor, he quickly scrambled away.
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Tom often eats scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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Tom made some scrambled eggs.
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I like my eggs scrambled.
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Tom scrambled to his feet.
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I like the way you make scrambled eggs.
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I'm making scrambled eggs.
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I ate scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast.
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The company scrambled to stay afloat.
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"My emotions feel scrambled," said Tom.
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My brains were scrambled.
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Tom doesn't like scrambled eggs.
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I'd like scrambled eggs.
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Mary scrambled to her feet.
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He scrambled to his feet.
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Tom and Mary scrambled to their feet.
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They scrambled to their feet.
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What would you say to scrambled eggs and bacon?
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A traveler trying to get out of Italy, where the coronavirus outbreak seemed to balloon overnight, described a scene where tourists and students scrambled to find a flight out of Florence.
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Scrambled eggs and bacon sound really good right about now.
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Tom loves scrambled eggs.
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About halfway up, I lost my footing and was as scared as I'd ever been; I looked back and far below there were my mom and dad; I knew they were frightened too and their fear seemed to dispel mine -- or my scorn for their fear gave me courage, and I scrambled easily to the precipice.
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He eats scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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He's eating scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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He has scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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He's having scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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Tom wanted to eat cereal, but his mother made him eat scrambled eggs.
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I had scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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"Do you prefer scrambled eggs?" "No, we prefer fried eggs."
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I'd like some noodles with scrambled eggs, please.
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Tom ate scrambled eggs for breakfast.
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Does Tom like scrambled eggs?
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Would you like some scrambled eggs?
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I ordered scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of coffee.
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The only thing that Tom knows how to cook is scrambled eggs.

You can't unscramble a scrambled egg.

Do you fancy some scrambled egg?

Bodies piled up at a crematorium in the Indian capital, Delhi, on Wednesday, as relatives of coronavirus sufferers scrambled to refill life-saving oxygen cylinders.

They scrambled the signal.

The menu on a recent day included oatmeal, scrambled eggs, sweet potato hash, English muffin and a smoothie made from pineapple, spinach and banana.

Matthew added garlic powder to his scrambled eggs for an extra kick.

Lukas scrambled for his equipment.

Tobias scrambled back into the car.

The kids scrambled to collect Easter eggs.

Flavio scrambled off his seat in surprise.

Lorenzo scrambled through his options.

Benedito watched as his billy goat scrambled up a steep hillside.

Tom usually eats scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Anna quickly scrambled out of the bath, leaving a trail of water behind her.

Tom ate pancakes, and Mary ate scrambled eggs.

I don't like scrambled eggs.

He scrambled to hide in a secret compartment.

Today's a cloudy, yet sunny day, the 13th of May of 2025. Yesterday and today, I went to the garden neighbourhood at St. Albans Road to enjoy the scenery and the big Roman Catholic church there, which I have visited maybe the 11th time this spring. The big admirable purple-bloom tree nearby is probably not a Jacaranda, but maybe a Paulownia, an Empress Tree. Nevertheless, it's like saudade for me about South America. I often visit the major worship hall and the smaller Adoration Chapel, where I noticed that at the right front the statue of the Virgin Mary is holding the Child at her arms, and they are not standing side by side, as I imagined from memory. At the big worship hall, there are two crucifixes, one at the front centre and one at the front right, both draped in white cloth. There are Filipinos in the parish. By the way, it's now Pope Leo XIV. I'm really tending to Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism. I visited Tim Hortons café here on Lulu Island several times during the day to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Wild Blueberry Muffin. Today, at home, I'm reading bits from Spanish speculative fiction, El eterno regreso a casa, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I read aloud for oral practice. I'm also looking at an online Esperanto dictionary to ameliorate my green vocabulary.

This 14th of May of 2025 is cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I walked to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road twice, once in the morning and again in the afternoon, my 12th and 13th times this spring. In the morning was confession for the little boys and girls in uniform. They were of different races, in the big worship hall. The priest was in the confession booth talking to a student. At the Adoration Chapel, I noticed a nice pot of orchids on the front left. In the afternoon, the big worship hall was mostly empty, a condition which I usually prefer. At the road was a handsome muscle man in white tank top jogging. The big purple-bloom tree seems like an Empress Tree, a Paulownia, because of the big heart-shaped leaves. Reminiscent of Jacaranda with its purple blooming, it's saudade for me about South America. At Tim Hortons café, I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk in the morning, and an Iced Classic Lemonade in the afternoon. The day was full of walking. At home, I study bits of Lojban and Esperanto. I have many books in Esperanto. I tend towards Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism.

"Pluvas!" I would say in Esperanto, but "Il pluve!" in Interlingua. Green and Blue: "It's raining!" In my lime green sack with an image of a green lizard on it, I brought two books to Tim Hortons café to read, one Esperanto, one Interlingua: Tra Lando de Indianoj, by Tibor Sekelj, and Contos in Interlingua, by Sven Frank. I was eating Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and drinking an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. It was after 5 in the morning. The hall was practically empty. Outside the bay windows were wet streets. Today's the 17th of May of 2025.

This sunny I-don't-know-if-it's-hot-or-cold day of the 22nd of May of 2025, I went walking several times to Tim Hortons café, from about 5 in the morning till after 10 at night. I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Potatoes and Sausage, an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, a Green Tea with oat milk, a Roast Beef Craveable Sandwich, and an expensive Habanero Chicken Bowl. At Starbucks café, I enjoyed a White Chocolate Macadamia Cream Cold Brew with oat milk. On the street, I passed by Joanne the Ukrainian-descent star-savvy wife of Rod the camping enthusiast. I saw Stella the regular Greek Starbucks customer come out of Kin's Farm Market with tomatoes and greens for making Greek Salad with feta cheese later. I joked that she might be making "moussaká"! At night, at Tim Hortons café, there was a Filipino family, my ex-neighbours. As for religion, my Syncretic inclination is mainly towards Animism and Buddhism, but I don't discount other belief systems. I visited the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, and it was another confession day for the little boys and girls. The interior of the church is like a big clam! Near Bowcock Road, I gazed at the big Empress Tree, its purple blooms wilting. I visited Halal Meat & BBQ, across the street from Tim Hortons café. I admired the Western Asian, Central Asian, and Southern Asian foods on the shelves there—"fantasy brown country"! I was looking for dried apricots and halva.

This morning of the 14th of June of 2025, here on Lulu Island, is quite cloudy and chilly for a near-summer morning. I walked to Tim Hortons café at about 5 o'clock. There, I enjoyed an iced coffee with oat milk and scrambled eggs with sausage bits and potatoes. Yesterday was probably my 42nd visit this year to the St. Albans Road's Roman Catholic church, which I call "Clam Temple" because of its shape. "42" is jokingly famous for some people: In The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, the number 42 is the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, as the supercomputer Deep Thought calculated after 7.5 million years. Yesterday, at the café, Michael from Guǎngzhōu was wearing a black Louis Vuitton shirt with an orange-coloured blossom insignia thereon and grey jogging pants. I was wearing a hooded red, grey, and black cardigan over a military green mesh net vest over a red T-shirt, as well as a green touque, green striped Indian pyjama pants, and mauve garden clogs. We talked about lots of things, including that "socialism" might have a big comeback because of the effects of Artificial Intelligence and robotics in the future. These things could also affect warfare, we were thinking.

I walked to Tim Hortons café at about 5, then later at 9, this chilly but sunny morning of the 29th of June of 2025. I enjoyed an Earl Grey tea with oat milk, a Sausage Egg English Muffin, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Scrambled Egg Sausage Potato Box. I was thinking there at my table about my adolescent days when I was fascinated with enclosed shopping malls, like Lulu Island's Richmond Centre and Lansdowne Centre, as well as Vancouver's Harbour Centre Mall, and reflecting on future space colonies on Luna, Mars, Saturn's moon Titan, and Neptune's moon Triton, as I tied the ideas with the speculative fiction that I was reading and watching then. Of course, that time was before the advent of advanced Artificial Intelligence that we have today and the observance of the years passing by with such slow progress in crewed space travel. I have had to adjust my vision of the future, accordingly. Maybe, AI will help humans to that end? Or, maybe, AI will be the major player?

It's a day that can't decide if it's sunny or cloudy, this 13th of August of 2025. Due to plumbing problems at home, I decided to spend more time at Tim Hortons café to have oat-milk iced coffee, iced lemonade, and a sausage scrambled egg potato box. At one point, the café was full of prepubescents of various races: There were girls in hijabs, mulatto boys, and so on, guided by their bicycling leader, a muscular white man in a green T-shirt and black bike pants. At home, in recent days, I use Street View to virtually tour Mérida in Mexico. It's a town in the Yucatán, Maya country.

My sunny spot or "hidamari" is obscured today, there near under the branching potted plumeria at the balcony. Heavy rain last night and today, the 15th of August of 2025, it has been here on Lulu Island. The Trekker in me thinks that it's like planet Ferenginar, always drenched. In the morning at Tim Hortons, I enjoyed a sausage scrambled egg potato box and an oat-milk Earl Grey. There were two guys from Tashkent; one was more Mongoloid than the other. In the afternoon, back at the café, I saw in the line-up Jack the Chinese man in a brown jacket and Greg the white man married to a Japanese in Hokkaido. / plumeria leaves— / the rain makes planets / out of each droplet

Tom made scrambled eggs for his children for breakfast.