Bread
I baked some bread.
It was so bad that I thought of selling it as house bricks…
…by the next morning, Fay had made an example of it.
No, I don’t understand the significance of flags, Matryoshka-style salt and pepper, and roses either.
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3 Comments:
We find that a bread maker is the foolproof answer
We all have to start somewhere. But frankly that is rubbish :)
Modern art? Perhaps if you sliced and pickled it you could sell it for a fortune?
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