I'm healthy, I'm wealthy, I'm humble, and I take what I've been given!!
I sift my separations and I bake them in my kitchen (ノ´ヮ`)ノ*: ・゚
tough love in sourdough I glisten sharp with malediction
before me loaves will rise and fill my eyes with composition (((o(*°▽°*)o)))
I put aside my worries and my fear of the unknown ( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ
I think I'll laminate them in a batch of chocolate scones!
Don't fiddle fingers fickle when the dread starts to adhere (-_-;)・・・
Bake at 350 to denature any fear <333












