Today I got in touch with my inner homemaker and cleaned up the place, did three rounds of laundry and baked things with varying degrees of success. Pictures are clickable. These are what my family calls "bakes", but you might call it "fried dough". Bakes are really good. My parents make them once in a while. I consider them treats. Mom has a way of making them so they don't taste very greasy. Mine taste greasy. It was my first attempt, so cut me a little slack. This is a cake. It tastes much better than it looks. It's a simple one-egg cake. I'll give it away to my teammates and Cat. This is what is known as a fucking disaster. I must have taken a wrong turn at Albequerque. Jesus. 3 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: slightly annoyed at the pie results The feel: The taste: ________________________ |
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