RE: I have just cooked my first pie.
January 21, 2014 at 6:37 pm
(This post was last modified: January 21, 2014 at 6:46 pm by Violet.)
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And a reheated picture from the following day.
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(January 21, 2014 at 6:09 pm)Dark Fatal Knight Wrote: That's good to hear, I never baked any pies but I have baked some cakes and sugar cookies. Speaking of sugar cookies, here's some Kirby cookies I made of Kirby himself, Meta Knight, and Waddle Dee which were made last year. Yes I have the plushies of them too.
Much respect

(January 21, 2014 at 5:37 pm)Tea Earl Grey Hot Wrote: If second hand pastry food was a thing, I'd eat pastries around you just to irritate you.
Strudel?
(January 21, 2014 at 11:12 am)paulpablo Wrote: Don't eat pastry foods they're bad for you.
I'm like... 7.
(January 21, 2014 at 8:52 am)Tea Earl Grey Hot Wrote: I tried to make a pie but I couldn't get any woodland critters to cooperate. How'd Snow White do it?
Song. Snow White is part siren. She was all but dead when some retard decided to give her a very direct link to his soul. The story is about human folly.
(January 21, 2014 at 9:18 am)ElleBelle Wrote: Pie is quite difficult to get just right sometimes. Baking is an art. Kudos
My camera was at 10% battery at the time. That means it died the moment I turned it on.
(January 21, 2014 at 9:42 am)Tea Earl Grey Hot Wrote: On the newest threads box this thread reads as "I have just cooked m..." and I thought for sure the "m" stood for meth.
Unintentional humor... I feel pretty good about that

Maybe I should cook meth next.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day