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Hot Bloomers
You had hidden talents, special skills
One was bakinng bread
When first I smelt your crusty loaf
I could have dropped down dead
The staff of life, the staff of life is bread
A hot bloomer cant be bettered
The sight of you kneading fresh dough
Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered
That first taste left me spellbound
Nothing was ever so evocative
From then...
Monday 1st June 2020 11:12 am
The Jaffa Cake Controversy
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him ba...
Sunday 28th August 2016 7:18 am
There
There
There I stand in the bakery before the huge steel metal machine, 100 yards long and silver. A cake machine worth a mint. All sorts of ingredients thrown together to make cakes, quite a mix! You’d need to see it for yourself to understand what goes on. Not a case of add this and that to make a cake, oh no. Recipes and correct steps to take.
Think of the engineering that...
Monday 2nd July 2012 7:16 pm
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