Monday Mel brought cheese biscuits for us to share.
Today Janice brought pancakes (I got the largest one >D)
and tomorrow, I'll bring some cake for everyone.
Get to
I've also come to love and appreciate creaming the butter and sugar together by hand.
At first, I thought it was tedious. The feeling grew to the point that I avoided recipes that needed to have butter and sugar creamed. However, all recipes require so. Somewhere along the way, it's become almost a meditation XD Just the butter, sugar, spoon and me. Quite a peaceful feeling although I'm smoshing them together with great force.
om nom nom.
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The key to a woman's heart is through her stomach. Or if you happen to be a male supremist, than there is no such thing as a woman's heart. Note that being a male supremist isn't a good thing, so if you are, you should be ashamed of yourself.
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