cake recipes
VicentaLakin
The cake has been done many times, it's the first time it's ever been decorated, and I've tried once before to make a present to my mother on the 38th holiday, and I've been working for three hours after the last night of the 38th. This time, it's not enough, but it's a lot better than last time. The pastry of this cake, which I didn't mean to see in a book, was deeply attracted to taking pictures, doing what they did, and doing what they did, and finally being free to play, as it is now. It's really easy for a rookie, but it's too much cream. Oh, it's okay. Once the almonds are covered, there's no flowers。
VicentaLakin
Run in despair. A few flowers have been made and the condition of cream is getting worse. It opens up and sees an incalculable hole, without any light. A blind man running in the dark without direction. Extensive consultation on the search and a look at the e-book. Suddenly there's something wrong with the butter. Roses can't stand it. They think butter's too strong. It's better to be hard than soft. Always fearing that the butter is not enough, but forgets the inaccuracies. Where the hell did you find that neutral center? Watch your wings, stop looking, stop beating in the air and stop hitting all the butter once and for all. I don't know if I'm feeling better. Make another basket of flowers. Last time it was Bamboo, this time it was Fujiki. I'd like to put a few roses, but I'm afraid they'll collapse again. Everything's at the end. It's not as hard as it is, it's almost over. The bouquets that were squeezed out of their airholes seemed to be much more glamorous. Trying to squeeze a rose, it looks like it's not too bad, it's working, it's trying a second one, it seems to feel a little bit. All the operations are over and look at the better condition of the butter, and suddenly there's a sense of clearance。
VicentaLakin
It's a flat mouth, and it doesn't seem to be seen in the electronics that we've been browsing. How does it work? All of a sudden I think about the fence, I think I can't keep it up, and a red almond comes out of the wall. How about a spring map? It's still cold as winter. Would it look like a 6-inch transplant plan to catch another 8-inch delivery cake? One transtion: Is it not the normal thing to write? That won't take much adjustment. Very good. In fact, I'd love to try roses here again, even ready to talk. However, the passing of cream is making it increasingly impossible to find direction. It's too rough -- it actually happened in the last cake; it's still going to collapse. It's getting worse and worse, making people feel desperate. And after all, give up the rose, and let the little flower whose name is unknown bloom in the green grass, and in the stars, and be free。
VicentaLakin
When I went downstairs to collect the delivery this afternoon, a grandmother and her granddaughter came home from school and said, "Grandma is your holiday tomorrow. Happy holidays, and I'm going to buy you and your mother's aunty a gift with money." I'm surprised. Oh, that's fast. Tomorrow's another 38 knot. Time has changed too many of us, from being young to trying to grow up, to struggle, to insist that the reality that the most important and simple “time” of life is too easy to ignore in haste days is that it will end with years. Where is the time? One day, when we look back, we will see that time is written in the cycle of struggle, it's carved into the wrinkles of parents, and it's integrated into an ever-expanding life. The years that have passed have passed, the days that are alive and the days that lie ahead should be filled with hope. Happy thirty-eight! This cake is made at 4 p.m. after the express delivery, with limited materials and time, without any cream at home, without any gravy, with a bouquet of sugar, with roses, with a little something to find out what it's worth, and too sweet to eat, so this is a simple flower decoration, surrounded by tea and biscuits, and squeezed into cooking time, very rough, just to express the blessing of the thirty-eight knots
VicentaLakin
SIMPLE FORMULAS, SIMPLE OPERATIONS, AND IT'LL BE VERY, VERY GOOD. IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE FOUND OUT THAT THERE'S NOT MUCH TO DO, BUT IT HAS TO BE SHARED BECAUSE IT'S DELICIOUS AND WORTH A TRY! FOR THE FIRST TIME, WITH LIGHT CREAM, THIS TIME WITH CATHEDRAL SAUCE, YOU CAN MAKE IT YOURSELF, RUB THE JAM, AND PUT SOME FRUIT YOU LIKE. IN MY FAILED N, THE CAKE ROLL WAS NEVER SUCCESSFUL, AND SINCE THEN ONLY THE WORD "FEAR" WAS MENTIONED. WHEN I FIRST LEARNED HOW TO BAKE, I THOUGHT ABOUT IT WITH FRESH ENERGY. HOW DOES IT MEAN HERE... TO CUT THE EDGES... HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS... TO THINK TOO MUCH, TO FAIL AT THE MOMENT OF THE ROLL... AND THEN TO TRY DIFFERENT FORMULAS AND CONTINUE TO FAIL, AND IT TURNS OUT THAT IT'S NOT BECAUSE I'M TOO CONFIDENT THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW THEY DID IT? ONE DAY, I FOUND THIS BOX ONLINE, AND IT WAS FOR MORE THAN TWO MONTHS. ONE WAS AFRAID TO TRY TO GET HURT AGAIN, AND THE OTHER THOUGHT IT WAS VERY DIFFICULT TO GET A PICTURE OF THE BEAUTY OF THE CAKE. UNTIL THE LAST FEW DAYS, WHEN A CAN OF LIGHT CREAM WAS OPENED, IT WAS TO BE CONSUMED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE... AND AGAIN IN MY STATE OF DISCOMFORT. AFTER DEFEAT, PEOPLE TEND TO BE CAREFUL, AT THE MOMENT OF THE ROLL, ALL KINDS OF PANICS, THEY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO PUT THEIR HANDS... UNEXPECTEDLY, UNBREAKABLE, VERY SOFT AND DELICATE
