Be careful not to oversteam as food will become soft and mushy, and remember to keep your pot covered throughout the process.

With him retired his ‘posse comitatus,’ / The attorney last, who linger'd near the door / Reluctantly […]

...one supermetaphor. Perhaps we could steal a phrase from Merleau-Ponty and suggest that there are no principal and subordinate metaphors: all metaphors are concentric, like the concentricity of flesh, a metaphor for which there are no names in traditional philosophy.

This strange organism is created when millions of single-celled animals come together to form a slimy puddle—not good for a blennophobe.