The day before a duel, fighters might eat dinner together.
As it was so nice that day I ate right there in the garden.
He loved meat loaf, ate it every day in fact.
Two days in which he had neither slept, nor barely eaten.
The second day off junk I sat down and ate a full meal.
She'd been steady enough right after the shooting, but a day of thinking it over had eaten away at her, with predictable results.
She was going to be a rich person, and one day eat ice cream in her own automobile.
A few days after that, and it would be time to slaughter and eat them.
Next day, turn out the meat in its jelly and eat it.
He had stocked in food for a year, and every day ate exactly what he needed.
