 | | Recommended | by NotExplosive
8.9 hours on record |
| | Posted 6.5 years ago | Last Played 5.2 years ago |
I was born into a bustling village filled with busy people. A woman (my older sister) told me I would bake, as was the family tradition.
Wh en I came of age I was brought into a small hut with an oven in it. My big sister, Lola taught me how to make pies. Mutton chops came in on a cart, flour from somewhere else, I'm not sure. All I did was make pies.
We were like a well-oiled machine, the moment we had 3 baskets worth of uncooked pies we would light up the oven and gather around and crank those suckers out.
But after about half an hour Lola started to show her age, she died the way she lived... Making pies.
10 outta 10 |
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