oh dear. the flour spilled. what a mess. i wish i could pick it up, but then i would be obligated to pick it up whenever it spilled again. i dont want to be in that situation.
the flour littered near her feet. She said ” oh dear ” and began to clean them. Suddenly her hands encountered something shiny.What the heck is that she thought and pulled something out. Behold, it was a diamond.
She sifted the flour into the bowl. It srifted like snow into a perfect bank at the bottom. Now it was time for the egg. It cracked and splatted into the pile, sending the flour up like a volcano spewing lava into the air.
Oh, my god. The flour is everywhere. On the floor, counters, and even in the sink. I look from the floor, to the counter, and to my grandmother, who has the same look in her eyes that I do. And then, of course, we both smile. And laugh.
It was hard to imagine a time when mother had not been in the kitchen when I returned home from school. Her face seemed forever flecked and smeared with white dust; her blue apron blanched of all colour.
Next, add a pinch of flour. Don’t try and taste it now, mind you. It gives the feeling of eating the dust of a dead dinosaur and saps all the taste and fluid from your mouth. Now moving on to the eggs. NO, no no don’t eat the flour!!!
Flour fell in oblique shapes on the floor. I turned my head so it rested on his shoulder and could see the dusting it made on his cheeks, his eyelashes, the bits caked into his forehead. Some of it was swirling in the air still, like impenetrable snowflakes winding their way down from the past.
She placed the flour in the cupboard, but was disgusted to find that she had purchased the wrong kind. She needed all purpose. This was not. Its purpose she did not understand. A dilemma unfolded
wat a isimple yet important ingredient. Just like air, many things would not exist without it. whilst the ingredient is simple its sound also reminds me of nature beutiful com[plex flowers that
i like to bake cookies and break and cakes and make little pastries and pies. you can add flour to a lot of stuff. there’s wheat flour and different flour made from different grains. my mom has a huge container of flour in her cupboard. it’s white. flour sounds like flower. roses. daffodils. tulips.
2 eggs
1/4 c. milk
2 tbsp. water
4 tbsp. flour
1/8 tsp. salt
FILLING:
3 oz. cream cheese, softened
6 tbsp. cottage cheese
1/4 c. sugar
SAUCE:
2 c. fresh strawberries Or frozen unsweetened & thawed
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1/3 c. sugar
Batter: Beat eggs, milk and water. Add flour and salt, beat just until smooth. Lightly oil a crepe pan or medium skillet. Heat pan over medium heat. When pan is hot spoon 2 tablespoons batter into pan and rotate pan to spread evenly. When edges of crepe are browned, turn crepe onto a plate.
Filling: Place cream cheese, cottage cheese and sugar in mixer. Blend until smooth. Set aside.
Sauce: Coarsely chop strawberries. Add lemon juice and sugar. Toss lightly. When ready to serve spoon 2 tablespoons filling into each crepe and roll. Arrange crepes seam side down on plate. Serve immediately with fresh fruit sauce.
The cake tasted like ass. Violet set it down, distressed, and pushed the plate away from her with her index finger. She probably added too much flour. It would explain why she took a bite and a cloud of white powder “poofed” out of her cake. God damn it.
cooking. life art differnt things about cooking. cake. cupcakes, doghnuts. miss crump brought us donuts and i wanted milk. I wonder if she will bring donuts again? i had 4
She wasn’t sure how she ended up with so much flour on her face. Sure, she had spent all morning baking, but she was normally a relatively clean baker. The cookies weren’t even that messy! Now that she was done, though, and the cookies were sitting blissfully in the oven, it was the time for the worst part of cooking – cleaning up. And he would be over in just ten minutes! There was no way she would allow him to see her with flour all over her face, and in her hair – she looked absolutely ridiculous.
sprinkled on the surface, rolling out dough. It gets everywhere, stuck to my hands, on my face where I brushed my hair away from my eyes. Now in my hair too, no stopping the stuuf. The dough is rising
She was covered in flour when I saw her for the first time in weeks. Most likely another failed attempt at baking. Probably a welcome home present for me. But despite the flour, perhaps even because of it, she was more gorgeous than I had remembered. And the look of unencumbered joy on her face was present enough.
once upon a time there was a little girl who decided to make some cookies, but there was no flour and her cookies came out really disgusting. She was upset because hers never tasted as good as the ones in the shop or the ones her mother use to make. She called her grandmother to ask for help, but she didn’t answer, that’s how it goes these days.
Flour is white and is like snow, it reminds me of snow on a mountain when you put it on sugar or egg to make a cake or something. It is really cool and it is soft and fluffly like warm snow or ice.
flour pattering noses — white, unhealthy over fingers. beautiful cute clouds thrown at lovers in the morning. the way it powders your face. it will be cake. it will be yummy. it will be washed off and eaten and loved. you will love it.
I’ll need to take flour. I’m packing to make Thanksgiving dinner at my daughter’s. Flour for the gravy. Bringing the new grandson home from the hospital, so I make the dinner at her house. I am sooooo happy!!!! Thanks
flour
flower between your fingers
between your legs, like sweet honey
the pollen and the bees, they collect
and flood, they move and burrow
it has been a century
dried and prune
my fingers, they well and swelter
in the depths of that mirage,
nectar and the oh,
oh,
oh.
the end of a drought
it’s that first sip of water
for the screaming scratching throat
it’s the last kiss upon those
lips.
flour is just a simpkle ingredient to most cooking foods. it is a vital thing into this days economy as well. as far as i see it its just substance. thats it.
A white substance. So boring. Something you cook with. Who really cares about it anyway? Well everyone of course! We kind of sort of need it, don’t you think? I wouldn’t be able to make my mother’s terribly awful cupcakes without it. Well, I’m fresh out of ideas mr. website. Have a good one. Flour, the powder of baking? Yes! It really is!
i could barely remember the last time i had choked. This time, it hit me like a pie in the face. A fresh cream pie with it’s golden crust glinting in the morning sunlight, it’s delicate base filled primarily of the toxic substance otherwise known as flour.
oh dear. the flour spilled. what a mess. i wish i could pick it up, but then i would be obligated to pick it up whenever it spilled again. i dont want to be in that situation.
flour is usually in my cabinet. i use it to make cookies and such. flour is useful. i think it is unappreciated to the largest degree.
a type of dry substance used for most baking items. it has a dry compound
the flour littered near her feet. She said ” oh dear ” and began to clean them. Suddenly her hands encountered something shiny.What the heck is that she thought and pulled something out. Behold, it was a diamond.
salt butter cake donut water pansy daffodil garden bush bird
Flour is the name of powdered form of cereal grains . for eg wheat flour is used to make bread. Flour of barley is used for processing of beer.
She sifted the flour into the bowl. It srifted like snow into a perfect bank at the bottom. Now it was time for the egg. It cracked and splatted into the pile, sending the flour up like a volcano spewing lava into the air.
Oh, my god. The flour is everywhere. On the floor, counters, and even in the sink. I look from the floor, to the counter, and to my grandmother, who has the same look in her eyes that I do. And then, of course, we both smile. And laugh.
Help me with this big bag of flour. I don’t want to spill it or get it all over the counter. It can get in my hair and on my black sweater.
It was hard to imagine a time when mother had not been in the kitchen when I returned home from school. Her face seemed forever flecked and smeared with white dust; her blue apron blanched of all colour.
Next, add a pinch of flour. Don’t try and taste it now, mind you. It gives the feeling of eating the dust of a dead dinosaur and saps all the taste and fluid from your mouth. Now moving on to the eggs. NO, no no don’t eat the flour!!!
used to make bread and pastires. Also great for thickening gravy and sauces.
Flour fell in oblique shapes on the floor. I turned my head so it rested on his shoulder and could see the dusting it made on his cheeks, his eyelashes, the bits caked into his forehead. Some of it was swirling in the air still, like impenetrable snowflakes winding their way down from the past.
bread?
Flour the counter to roll out your biscuits. That way, they won’t stick.
But mom, they’re sticking to my hands!
Flour your hands too. And flour the rolling pin.
We’re gonna need more flour, I think.
The puppy sniffed and growled at the offensive white powder, only to sneeze in absolute astonishment.
She placed the flour in the cupboard, but was disgusted to find that she had purchased the wrong kind. She needed all purpose. This was not. Its purpose she did not understand. A dilemma unfolded
wat a isimple yet important ingredient. Just like air, many things would not exist without it. whilst the ingredient is simple its sound also reminds me of nature beutiful com[plex flowers that
A flower is a look in to the past. Many came together to gather sunlight together. No one to pick them from the ground.It was perfect…
i like to bake cookies and break and cakes and make little pastries and pies. you can add flour to a lot of stuff. there’s wheat flour and different flour made from different grains. my mom has a huge container of flour in her cupboard. it’s white. flour sounds like flower. roses. daffodils. tulips.
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flourpot, he said.
She took the steak knife and swung wide, slashing his throat through. “I meant it when I said no more puns, she said”
STRAWBERRY AND CREAM CHEESE CREPES
CREPE BATTER:
2 eggs
1/4 c. milk
2 tbsp. water
4 tbsp. flour
1/8 tsp. salt
FILLING:
3 oz. cream cheese, softened
6 tbsp. cottage cheese
1/4 c. sugar
SAUCE:
2 c. fresh strawberries Or frozen unsweetened & thawed
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1/3 c. sugar
Batter: Beat eggs, milk and water. Add flour and salt, beat just until smooth. Lightly oil a crepe pan or medium skillet. Heat pan over medium heat. When pan is hot spoon 2 tablespoons batter into pan and rotate pan to spread evenly. When edges of crepe are browned, turn crepe onto a plate.
Filling: Place cream cheese, cottage cheese and sugar in mixer. Blend until smooth. Set aside.
Sauce: Coarsely chop strawberries. Add lemon juice and sugar. Toss lightly. When ready to serve spoon 2 tablespoons filling into each crepe and roll. Arrange crepes seam side down on plate. Serve immediately with fresh fruit sauce.
Makes 12 servings, 1 crepe each.
The cake tasted like ass. Violet set it down, distressed, and pushed the plate away from her with her index finger. She probably added too much flour. It would explain why she took a bite and a cloud of white powder “poofed” out of her cake. God damn it.
cooking. life art differnt things about cooking. cake. cupcakes, doghnuts. miss crump brought us donuts and i wanted milk. I wonder if she will bring donuts again? i had 4
She wasn’t sure how she ended up with so much flour on her face. Sure, she had spent all morning baking, but she was normally a relatively clean baker. The cookies weren’t even that messy! Now that she was done, though, and the cookies were sitting blissfully in the oven, it was the time for the worst part of cooking – cleaning up. And he would be over in just ten minutes! There was no way she would allow him to see her with flour all over her face, and in her hair – she looked absolutely ridiculous.
sprinkled on the surface, rolling out dough. It gets everywhere, stuck to my hands, on my face where I brushed my hair away from my eyes. Now in my hair too, no stopping the stuuf. The dough is rising
She was covered in flour when I saw her for the first time in weeks. Most likely another failed attempt at baking. Probably a welcome home present for me. But despite the flour, perhaps even because of it, she was more gorgeous than I had remembered. And the look of unencumbered joy on her face was present enough.
flour was all over the counters and floor yesterday while baking cookies with my girl. Love.
once upon a time there was a little girl who decided to make some cookies, but there was no flour and her cookies came out really disgusting. She was upset because hers never tasted as good as the ones in the shop or the ones her mother use to make. She called her grandmother to ask for help, but she didn’t answer, that’s how it goes these days.
Flour. Fluffy, soft, small, snowy, powdery, fun. And other stuff.
flour will never have the awesomeness of flower
Flour is white and is like snow, it reminds me of snow on a mountain when you put it on sugar or egg to make a cake or something. It is really cool and it is soft and fluffly like warm snow or ice.
flour pattering noses — white, unhealthy over fingers. beautiful cute clouds thrown at lovers in the morning. the way it powders your face. it will be cake. it will be yummy. it will be washed off and eaten and loved. you will love it.
I’ll need to take flour. I’m packing to make Thanksgiving dinner at my daughter’s. Flour for the gravy. Bringing the new grandson home from the hospital, so I make the dinner at her house. I am sooooo happy!!!! Thanks
flour
flower between your fingers
between your legs, like sweet honey
the pollen and the bees, they collect
and flood, they move and burrow
it has been a century
dried and prune
my fingers, they well and swelter
in the depths of that mirage,
nectar and the oh,
oh,
oh.
the end of a drought
it’s that first sip of water
for the screaming scratching throat
it’s the last kiss upon those
lips.
flour is just a simpkle ingredient to most cooking foods. it is a vital thing into this days economy as well. as far as i see it its just substance. thats it.
A white substance. So boring. Something you cook with. Who really cares about it anyway? Well everyone of course! We kind of sort of need it, don’t you think? I wouldn’t be able to make my mother’s terribly awful cupcakes without it. Well, I’m fresh out of ideas mr. website. Have a good one. Flour, the powder of baking? Yes! It really is!
i could barely remember the last time i had choked. This time, it hit me like a pie in the face. A fresh cream pie with it’s golden crust glinting in the morning sunlight, it’s delicate base filled primarily of the toxic substance otherwise known as flour.
biscoitos deliciosos e paes e massas com molhos deliciosos , pudins etc … eu gosto muito de mingau tambem e tudo que