Предмет: Русский язык, автор: lizaleto2001

Составим меню званого ужина. Вставим в суффиксы страдательных причастий и отглагольных прилагательных пропущенные Н или НН. 1. Фарширова…ые помидоры. 2. Запече…ое мясо. 3. Туше.. ый картофель.4. Пече…ый в духовке картофель. 5. Утка, фарширова…ая яблоками. 6. Рыба, жаре…ая в тесте . 7. Поджаре…ые окорочка. 8. Пече…ые пирожки. 9. Некипяче…ое молоко. 10. Концентрирован…ый сок.
Пожалуйста ,помогите!!! Срочно!!

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Автор ответа: aliona445Lika

Фаршированные помидоры.
Запеченное мясо.
Тушёный картофель.
Печённый в духовке картофель.
Утка, фаршированная яблоками.
Рыба, жаренная в тесте.
Поджаренные окорочка.
Печеные пирожки.
Некипяченое молоко.
Концентрированный сок.

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