Nothing to be done. The ferocious PD syndrome affects, and how if affects. Understood as a syndrome bread machine, but to say how I did without, and things like that. They should give me an award. I've given away three, sings its praises and are absolutely a hard user, where hard not to be understood with substrates and retropensieri. I do tons of experiments, that's all, and most can not. These days I bit vague to prepare biscuits. So my boyfriend betray and good night. In fact, the betrayal was made through the purchase of a scoundrel book from which I took the recipe and a dozen ideas for the next day, Easter celebrations, picnics on the lawns and other amenities. The only thing is that the toast is coming, you know, flip-flops. The blade of the PD was clamped gracefully in the dough, giving rise to this marvel of architecture. The infrafetta, you know, will be the must-haves for next season, on the table for your breakfast or snack, well stuffed with homemade jam or Nutella, or pucca so, lonely and fair, in the latte. Very chic, this infrafetta. And to do it, you just have to .... Owning a bread machine.
Follow my instructions.
190 ml of milk
80 ml of water
450 grams of flour (I used the Manitoba)
1 packet of dry yeast
1.5 tsp salt 40 g
melted butter in milk
15 grams of sugar
program based on the normal bread.
Then, you must take care to cut the slices all the same, and if you want to leave aciugare air, pass them in the oven or toaster. If there is still time. though. I have brushed my children more than half, even without the passage of the biscuit. But you know, hyenas.
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