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Taken by the Lass Herself
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| Crapes | 5:03 PM |
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Weekends are all about crapes.
She does it on her own...
The flour, eggs, butter, milk...
Spooning it onto the griddle...
The smell wafts up the stairs...
"Come and get it" she calls when her cooking is done...
This night I add strawberries to mine while she spreads hers with Nutella.
Weekends are all about someone else treating me - by cooking Crapes.
She does it on her own...
The flour, eggs, butter, milk...
Spooning it onto the griddle...
The smell wafts up the stairs...
"Come and get it" she calls when her cooking is done...
This night I add strawberries to mine while she spreads hers with Nutella.
Weekends are all about someone else treating me - by cooking Crapes.
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Sounds delicious--I like them too!
It can't get any better than someone else cooking for you. What a nice thing. And then you wrote a poem about it!
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