Had the ingredients for cheese biscuits (recipe dug up from one of my mom's ancient Better Homes and Gardens cookbooks). I guess the oven develops magnetic fields or whatnot on rainy days because it pulls me to the kitchen for a baking spell. It seems lately all I do is write and cut up walnuts when I'm not "let's call it bonding because it essentially is - extreme bonding" with my daughter.
There was a discussion about the biscuits.
"These aren't biscuits." (Biscuits are crackers to them.)
"Yes, they are. American biscuits or scones to the British."
"What are they to Filipinos?"
"Um, uh, (long pause) oh just eat them!"
There was a discussion about the biscuits.
"These aren't biscuits." (Biscuits are crackers to them.)
"Yes, they are. American biscuits or scones to the British."
"What are they to Filipinos?"
"Um, uh, (long pause) oh just eat them!"
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