Sockerkaka, a poem:

I can say that the dog is petulant,

she want to go home.

But now we sit down with my sister, we have baked a cake:

the track and cinnamon we tested.

That was what was available in syrrans cabinet.

Now, the tasters.

karoline's post: Sockerkaka 2008-05-15 @ 10:26:00

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