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語源

From cornflake +‎ -y.

形容詞

cornflakey (comparative more cornflakey, superlative most cornflakey)

1. (informal) Resembling, characteristic of, or involving corn flakes.
   • 1980, W[illiam] P[atrick] Kinsella, Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes to Iowa, [Ottawa, Ont.]: Oberon Press, →ISBN, page 57:

     She is 23, five up on me. Wide, placid face with pale cornflakey freckles, mild blue eyes, heavy white arms and legs, partial to short skirts and tight sweaters.

   • 1994 June 11, Tracey Leigh Hunt, quotee, “Confessions of a lingerie model”, in Manchester Evening News, number 38,862, Manchester, page 9, column 2:

     “I’ve tried and tested lots of different fake tans but my faithful friend is Boots No 18 Speedtan which is only £2.79 a bottle. The only downside with them is that they smell foul — they all seem to have this coppery, cornflakey smell which absolutely reeks.”

   • 1996 May 23, “Encapsulating a whole new me!”, in The Huddersfield Daily Examiner, number 43,734, Huddersfield, page 20:

     Taking vitamin supplements must be the answer. Perhaps I’d stop bellowing at the kids and make everything a game - that’s what the books say, ha ha—and when I emptied dustbins, they would no longer drip with cornflakey milk or coffee dregs.

   • 1997 March 4, Phil Hammond, “Men don’t go in for that sort of thing; phobias of hoses up the arse are rife among British chaps”, in The Independent, London, Tabloid section, page 3:

     ‘Phil, look me in the eye and tell me those black cornflakey bits aren’t better out than in?” […] “Yeah, but not all at once. It trickles in under gentle gravitational pressure.” / “And what trickles out?” / “Well, obviously there’s shit and stuff to start with, but every now and then you get this incredible warm sensation followed by a black cornflakey thing that’s been stuck up there for years.”

   • 1997 April, Jerry Spinelli, The Library Card, New York, N.Y.: Scholastic Press, →ISBN, page 16:

     “I think I killed it.” / “Well,” said Weasel, “if you didn’t”—he stomped on the bug, making a faint, cornflakey crackle—“I did.”

   • 2003, Mina Ford, My Fake Wedding, Toronto, Ont.: Red Dress Ink, published April 2004, →ISBN, page 123:

     I might be trying not to have any morals when it comes to shagging around, but I sure as hell don’t sleep with people called ‘Colin’. It’s such a stupid, slow, cornflakey kind of name. People name their coldsores Colin.

   • 2004 May 6, Linda Smith, “‘Wrap Up Warm’ Tour”, in Warren Lakin, Ian Parsons, compilers, The Very Best of Linda Smith, London: Hodder & Stoughton, published 2006, →ISBN, page 351:

     They moved into a shed outside my bedroom window, with bunk beds and a dangerous paraffin heater and two stinky spaniels with cornflakey eyes . . .

   • 2006, Jenny Allen, The Long Chalkboard and Other Stories‎, New York, N.Y.: Pantheon Books, →ISBN:

     “Judy, did you put cornflakes in that chili you brought over last night?” her friends said to her. “Something in there looked sort of cornflakey.”

   • 2007, Jon Holmes, “The Best to You Each Morning”, in Rock Star Babylon: Legendary Tales of Debauchery, Excess and Bad Behaviour, London: Penguin Books, published 2008, →ISBN, pages 95–96:

     Even industrial sanding and/or drilling equipment cannot shift the iron residue of those dried-on and neglected golden flakes of corn. Thus, armed with this, the arcane knowledge of a thousand students, Mr Townshend would, throughout his stay, go ahead and order bowlfuls of Kellogg’s on room service. Lots of bowlfuls. Packets of the stuff. Mr Kellogg could have retired on the profits, if only he wasn’t dead. But Pete wouldn’t eat them, oh no. He had much better cornflakey plans.

   • 2009, Liz Kessler, Philippa Fisher and the Dream-Maker’s Daughter, Somerville, Mass.: Candlewick Press, →ISBN, page 96:

     “It was nice that your dad let you come out with us,” I said as we walked through the woods, kicking up cornflakey bundles of leaves with every step.

   • 2015, Non Pratt [pseudonym; Leonie Parish], Remix, London: Walker Books, →ISBN, page 254:

     “How are the cornflakes?” It’s the only thing that springs to mind. / “Cornflakey. Would you like some?”

   • 2015, Dave Lowe, chapter 24, in Squirrel Boy vs the Bogeyman, London: Phoenix Yard Books, →ISBN, page 116:

     She took so long that he’d transformed back into Walter – a gooey, cornflakey, shivering Walter – when she unlocked the back door and peered out looking for him.

   • 2016 September, Brett Atkinson, Sarah Bennett, Lee Slater, New Zealand’s Best Trips: 26 Amazing Road Trips, [Carlton, Vic.]: Lonely Planet Publications Pty Ltd, →ISBN, page 235, column 1:

     While you’re at it, snaffle a bag of its exemplary afghan biscuits – such cornflakey, chocolatey goodness!

   • 2017, David White with Joanne Lake, Shades of Blue: The Life of a Manchester City Legend and the Story that Shook Football, London: Michael O’Mara Books Limited, →ISBN, page 37:

     We’d always pass by the Kellogg’s factory on Barton Dock Road, a red-brick building that used to bear a huge red ‘K’. As we approached this Mancunian landmark, a distinctive toasty, cornflakey smell would waft into the car, a comforting sign that we weren’t too far from our destination.