peaches and chocolate. About 
Come on, we wanted to do even a cake. To share with neighbors of 12, the last remaining, to celebrate the end of summer. We had an open bag of flour half of the self raising. Two peaches sad. A spoonful of chocolate chips and a jar of yogurt. So, along with two eggs and a sprinkle of sugar cane, the PrinciChef took a good mixed of everything, with pinpoint precision chopping peaches that have become sad fizzy and funny. Bake in the rubber mold, the one where not even need a bit of butter, and here. The sumptuous cake is ready recycled, made with things that do not transport because it is ridiculous but it would be a real shame to throw away, no other stops on holiday, and therefore no such tradition in this village, you can leave leftovers Yours, in mid-jam, coffee just opened, the detergent. As always the last to leave, I often find myself with a refrigerator and a pantry full of strategic strategic expense of others, that I have a gift. In the end, leaving for last is not so bad.
rocket strikes. 
not that talented in their own household. Let's say our main no. But at least try to get enough fetched, but enough. I am committed. Not that it's just very good at packing. Enno said the voice-overs, passes to the economy, but the suitcases, eh well, at least as me has to do it. I do not know to pack the refrigerator. I do not know empty. And it takes, one lies down there in front with a nice bag of bright colors, and shoves it all in bulk, maybe then put the bag in a cooler and it's done. No, no and no. I step. I keep there. Cry me a heart to throw away the lemon, the squeezed tube of mayonnaise, plum looking at me that poor transparency of the drawer over there. So, I try to use the leftovers before the sad departure. IS well understood that, in a mansion where they stayed far from swarms of boys appetite, leftovers can, oh yes, be consistent. nor have earned SiMangiaQuelCheC'è dinners. A poor mozzarella expired today, and the writer have the PrinciBiondissima thought to give her a worthy end to the base plebeian roll pizza already stretched. And then, to give a touch of color, a handful of arugula in envelopes, that nothing is more sad to see the rocket fail slowly washed into his bag at the supermarket. So, it turned out this unusual pizza, happy in his sempicità. Someone would have the courage to say that they are only leftovers?
Come on, we wanted to do even a cake. To share with neighbors of 12, the last remaining, to celebrate the end of summer. We had an open bag of flour half of the self raising. Two peaches sad. A spoonful of chocolate chips and a jar of yogurt. So, along with two eggs and a sprinkle of sugar cane, the PrinciChef took a good mixed of everything, with pinpoint precision chopping peaches that have become sad fizzy and funny. Bake in the rubber mold, the one where not even need a bit of butter, and here. The sumptuous cake is ready recycled, made with things that do not transport because it is ridiculous but it would be a real shame to throw away, no other stops on holiday, and therefore no such tradition in this village, you can leave leftovers Yours, in mid-jam, coffee just opened, the detergent. As always the last to leave, I often find myself with a refrigerator and a pantry full of strategic strategic expense of others, that I have a gift. In the end, leaving for last is not so bad. 
