flour the cornerstone of any nutritious baking ingredient big kahuna flour thats the hawaiian flour joint i hear they got some tasty flour mmmhmmm this is some tasty flour i dare you i double dare you motherflower say flour again the path of the righteous flour
So I opened my laptop today and I saw my brother writing about flour. I thought hey, why not do the same? So i came on to this website and here I am. Flour is good,, Floor is great. I like flour. It tastes awesome after cooking it with eggs and sugar. Butter is nice too. They make cakes and muffins. I like chocolate best. Because vanilla is too damn vanilla. It doesn’t give you the oohm I want.
flour is cake and flour is great flower is good and flour is same as flour flower sign up log in flour make it to make back cake bake cake bake the muffins muffins sweet and soft shicp chipcs chocolate chips my spelling errors are many much plural words english having babies because multiplying water gremlins dont feed after midnight why p
She dusts the flour off of her hands, but they still look like there are little grains upon them. She rubs them together some more. Flour, flour flooding the air. Puffs of it flick into her eyes, but she keeps rubbing her white hands together. She looks down, and they are withering away to nothing, but they still feel unclean. She rubs. Keeps on dusting. She sees bone and does not stop.
They crumble into nothing, and she is left only with wrists.
The glass jar just sat there on the counter, full of flour all the time. It was never a problem, it never got bumped off of dirty or bothered. Until one day, when he couldn’t keep from hitting everything. Then the jar of flour went from being on the counter, to spilling across the floor, light streaks of the dusty stuff covering and spreading out over the floor…
flour- baking- selfraising.
Pancakes omnomnom – golden syrup draped over a pile of freshly made pancakes
cooking with my mum- memories -love :)
Cupcakes, cookies, biscuits :D
mess- flour on hands, in hair, on face, on the floor, on clothes, on the windows… everywhere.
Flour is made by grinding grains. It is not good if you eat it like it is but if you make cakes, pizza dough, bread and other divine things with it, then it is DELICIOUS. It has a lot of carbs but who cares?!
it can be white (bleached) or it can be whole flour so that it has not been refined. it contains a lot of carbohydrates and is good to make doughs, cakes and such. it does not taste like much if you eat it raw
Flour is used to make bread. Bread is AWESOME. I mean, it’s used in sandwiches, which we have pretty much every day, so flour is really under-rated. Maybe because it sounds like “flower”, which is more interesting, to be honest. I wonder how flour was invented? Oops, I accidentally finely ground this stuff…
I would like to believe I’m a well-made cake.
But the truth is, I’m still in the making.
Sometimes I realize the flour isn’t sifted yet.
Or that I don’t really know what baking soda is for.
The oven is outdated by now.
And unfortunately, I don’t know how to turn on the gas.
I constantly burn my fingers on too-short matches.
I keep trying to knead out my rough patches.
Without realizing that there is such thing as too much.
I have never been very good at baking.
I keep telling myself I will be a three-tiered piece.
But my layers keep crumbling into themselves.
And I think I may have used salt instead of sugar.
I rely too much on frosting to cover up mistakes.
There are places where the mixture failed.
And I am not a masterpiece ready for a celebration.
The cake did not rise up like it had planned to.
You would think following a recipe would be easy.
But instructions are not always concise.
Life is not always that predictable.
And sometimes you really are just clumsy.
But I am more than measuring cups.
I am not just well-branded ingredients wasted.
I am an effort of three hours and flour patches.
I am a honey-stained apron on a Saturday morning.
I am what children try to make for their mothers as thank you.
I am what the awkward guy tried to make on Valentine’s day.
I am what the lonely watch professionals succeed at on motionless days.
I am the holder of wishes as the world makes revolutions.
I am more than just a failed attempt at doing something step-by-step.
So why do you keep saying I’m a lie?
Cakes, cakes and more cakes. If only I had access all areas to my kitchen, then I would produce more cakes than ever before. I would even sprinkle a little flour on top of the benches. Cakes!
Flour is white. It is powdery. Kind of like cocaine. Except flour is used for baking; good things. Cocaine is used for evil. But they look exactly the same. Cocaine is flours evil twin.
The flour mixture that he used to fry the chicken was season with just the right spices. His chicken always tasted like Kentucky Fried Chicken or popeyes. It didn’t taste like the standard fried at home chicken.
Flour is very important for us.. it treats as an aid that fights with our hunger and make it calm down.. flour as we all know is used by us in our daily life.. and wihtout flouw life is not possible
Leonie hustete, als das Mehl hochstaubte. Sie konnte kaum etwas erkennen und das weiße Puder legte sich überall in ihren Mund, ihre Nase, ihre Ohren und ihre Augen. Sie wagte kaum zu atmen, aus Angst, sie würde etwas des Mehls in ihre Lunge ziehen.
Trotzdem versuchte sie, sich zu konzentrieren. >>Wo ist er hin?<< schoss es ihr durch den Kopf.
it’s white and a powder, it’s grainy but also can make delicious cakes. It’s grinded from ingredients you can have plain or self raising for whatever cake you decide to make. It’s also interesting and soft and feels nice but is also sticky when mixed with water.
Flour. baking. I love flour. flour is versatile, white, fluffy. pure. basic. simple. often confused with flowers. easily done when speaking. both serve their purposes though. flour. now i want biscuits. biscuits sound delicious.
Powder. Make-Up. A very thick layer of it, on her face. Enough to hide the scars, the secrets, and the lies.
Air. Breaths of it, short and hurried. Pulse fast, heart beating. She was nervous. She had to make her breaths slower, had to be less obvious about faking the role she was about to play if they wanted to get away with it.
Shame really, the man thought as he looked across the field, this place used to be beautiful, He looked again; he saw men dead, blood splattered across every thing. Except. . . he looked down, at his feet was a flower. A single white rose untouched by the combat. The man smiled woefully, for it was the last of its kind.
I stood in the field and looked around, the lilies were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I fell to my knees and wept. And my goal became clear.
like miasma, the white dust circled in wafts across the kitchen as he slapped his hand over his apron. there was a bit of a silence perofrated only by the noises of a settling ovenf rom which had been produced a wonder so delicious, a culmination of taste so delectable, his audience practically drooled as they viewed what he had conjured up: cumin bread
the first the last the inbetween
in life the lives the thoughts
don’t mean that much to me
and every time what we ought
every think i couldn’t care
the half baked ideas we sought
the flour subconscious
the laughter reminded me
of you
what we bought
in that tiny apartment
those times
that tiny afterthought
what we got
what we sold
was returned for less
than we wanted it for.
The flour tipped over, spilling on to the floor. The dog, a cocker spaniel, came out of the resulting cloud looking like a ghost. Suzie shrieked with laughter, her mother just shrieked.
covering my face and arms in little pale splotches, with only a few other ingredients it turns into the most recognizable food on earth. soft but heavy,
He wipes his sweating hands on his apron, leaving white flour tracks across the dark material. When we signed up for the job of baker’s assistant, we had imagine something a little more glamorous: pastries before dawn, frosting layered cakes, embellishing cupcakes with our own designs. Instead, we have to control the hulking mixing machine and make sure nobody’s arm gets caught in it this time.
the flour sat on the kitchen counter. Bob took the cocaine, and mixed it with an equal amount of flour, putting the combination in a plastic bag he got from a drawer. The dead body lay on the floor, blood surrounding…
i went to bake the cake but we were out of flour. what could i do? i asked the dog and her mother asked if i loved the rainbow in my eye. what would come of this? i still had no flouur
An integral ingredient in baking. Rather messy, and leaves white smudges on clothes, and faces. It goes into making delicious treats; cookies, cakes, pastries, fresh-baked bread. Yum!
The substance painted onto my face, and a girlish, shrill squeal escaped my lips. My cheeks crimsoned as all eyes trained onto my figure. I was not embarrassed because of my noises, but of my appearances. I probably look like a hideous mess, right now, I think to myself, and sadness washes over me.
it makes bread. hmm. a weird pronunciation of a pretty colorful thing. flllooouuuurrrr. cookies. cakes. bread. cooking. playing with it when i was little.
spills across the floor,
creating little islands between the puddles.
white sands, open for conquest.
a dog steps on a few lands and reshapes
them in his image.
i’m reminded of colonialism.
flour the cornerstone of any nutritious baking ingredient big kahuna flour thats the hawaiian flour joint i hear they got some tasty flour mmmhmmm this is some tasty flour i dare you i double dare you motherflower say flour again the path of the righteous flour
Flour? Don’t look at me, man. I don’t have an opin-
So I opened my laptop today and I saw my brother writing about flour. I thought hey, why not do the same? So i came on to this website and here I am. Flour is good,, Floor is great. I like flour. It tastes awesome after cooking it with eggs and sugar. Butter is nice too. They make cakes and muffins. I like chocolate best. Because vanilla is too damn vanilla. It doesn’t give you the oohm I want.
flour is cake and flour is great flower is good and flour is same as flour flower sign up log in flour make it to make back cake bake cake bake the muffins muffins sweet and soft shicp chipcs chocolate chips my spelling errors are many much plural words english having babies because multiplying water gremlins dont feed after midnight why p
baking and cookies warm and yummy in my mouth mmmmmm
fried chicken and wings
on my puppys nose while I cook
baking with boyfriend
She dusts the flour off of her hands, but they still look like there are little grains upon them. She rubs them together some more. Flour, flour flooding the air. Puffs of it flick into her eyes, but she keeps rubbing her white hands together. She looks down, and they are withering away to nothing, but they still feel unclean. She rubs. Keeps on dusting. She sees bone and does not stop.
They crumble into nothing, and she is left only with wrists.
The glass jar just sat there on the counter, full of flour all the time. It was never a problem, it never got bumped off of dirty or bothered. Until one day, when he couldn’t keep from hitting everything. Then the jar of flour went from being on the counter, to spilling across the floor, light streaks of the dusty stuff covering and spreading out over the floor…
flour- baking- selfraising.
Pancakes omnomnom – golden syrup draped over a pile of freshly made pancakes
cooking with my mum- memories -love :)
Cupcakes, cookies, biscuits :D
mess- flour on hands, in hair, on face, on the floor, on clothes, on the windows… everywhere.
I <3 flour
Flour is made by grinding grains. It is not good if you eat it like it is but if you make cakes, pizza dough, bread and other divine things with it, then it is DELICIOUS. It has a lot of carbs but who cares?!
it can be white (bleached) or it can be whole flour so that it has not been refined. it contains a lot of carbohydrates and is good to make doughs, cakes and such. it does not taste like much if you eat it raw
Flour is used to make bread. Bread is AWESOME. I mean, it’s used in sandwiches, which we have pretty much every day, so flour is really under-rated. Maybe because it sounds like “flower”, which is more interesting, to be honest. I wonder how flour was invented? Oops, I accidentally finely ground this stuff…
I would like to believe I’m a well-made cake.
But the truth is, I’m still in the making.
Sometimes I realize the flour isn’t sifted yet.
Or that I don’t really know what baking soda is for.
The oven is outdated by now.
And unfortunately, I don’t know how to turn on the gas.
I constantly burn my fingers on too-short matches.
I keep trying to knead out my rough patches.
Without realizing that there is such thing as too much.
I have never been very good at baking.
I keep telling myself I will be a three-tiered piece.
But my layers keep crumbling into themselves.
And I think I may have used salt instead of sugar.
I rely too much on frosting to cover up mistakes.
There are places where the mixture failed.
And I am not a masterpiece ready for a celebration.
The cake did not rise up like it had planned to.
You would think following a recipe would be easy.
But instructions are not always concise.
Life is not always that predictable.
And sometimes you really are just clumsy.
But I am more than measuring cups.
I am not just well-branded ingredients wasted.
I am an effort of three hours and flour patches.
I am a honey-stained apron on a Saturday morning.
I am what children try to make for their mothers as thank you.
I am what the awkward guy tried to make on Valentine’s day.
I am what the lonely watch professionals succeed at on motionless days.
I am the holder of wishes as the world makes revolutions.
I am more than just a failed attempt at doing something step-by-step.
So why do you keep saying I’m a lie?
Cakes, cakes and more cakes. If only I had access all areas to my kitchen, then I would produce more cakes than ever before. I would even sprinkle a little flour on top of the benches. Cakes!
Flour is used to bake cakes. Delicious cakes. Flour is white. Yes. Batman! Tanel.
Flour is white. It is powdery. Kind of like cocaine. Except flour is used for baking; good things. Cocaine is used for evil. But they look exactly the same. Cocaine is flours evil twin.
The flour mixture that he used to fry the chicken was season with just the right spices. His chicken always tasted like Kentucky Fried Chicken or popeyes. It didn’t taste like the standard fried at home chicken.
Flour is very important for us.. it treats as an aid that fights with our hunger and make it calm down.. flour as we all know is used by us in our daily life.. and wihtout flouw life is not possible
Leonie hustete, als das Mehl hochstaubte. Sie konnte kaum etwas erkennen und das weiße Puder legte sich überall in ihren Mund, ihre Nase, ihre Ohren und ihre Augen. Sie wagte kaum zu atmen, aus Angst, sie würde etwas des Mehls in ihre Lunge ziehen.
Trotzdem versuchte sie, sich zu konzentrieren. >>Wo ist er hin?<< schoss es ihr durch den Kopf.
it’s white and a powder, it’s grainy but also can make delicious cakes. It’s grinded from ingredients you can have plain or self raising for whatever cake you decide to make. It’s also interesting and soft and feels nice but is also sticky when mixed with water.
Ancient stones, thrashing waters and grinding gears all led to this, but the real poetry came when the flour bomb erupted on the side of his head.
Flour. baking. I love flour. flour is versatile, white, fluffy. pure. basic. simple. often confused with flowers. easily done when speaking. both serve their purposes though. flour. now i want biscuits. biscuits sound delicious.
Powder. Make-Up. A very thick layer of it, on her face. Enough to hide the scars, the secrets, and the lies.
Air. Breaths of it, short and hurried. Pulse fast, heart beating. She was nervous. She had to make her breaths slower, had to be less obvious about faking the role she was about to play if they wanted to get away with it.
Shame really, the man thought as he looked across the field, this place used to be beautiful, He looked again; he saw men dead, blood splattered across every thing. Except. . . he looked down, at his feet was a flower. A single white rose untouched by the combat. The man smiled woefully, for it was the last of its kind.
I stood in the field and looked around, the lilies were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I fell to my knees and wept. And my goal became clear.
like miasma, the white dust circled in wafts across the kitchen as he slapped his hand over his apron. there was a bit of a silence perofrated only by the noises of a settling ovenf rom which had been produced a wonder so delicious, a culmination of taste so delectable, his audience practically drooled as they viewed what he had conjured up: cumin bread
the first the last the inbetween
in life the lives the thoughts
don’t mean that much to me
and every time what we ought
every think i couldn’t care
the half baked ideas we sought
the flour subconscious
the laughter reminded me
of you
what we bought
in that tiny apartment
those times
that tiny afterthought
what we got
what we sold
was returned for less
than we wanted it for.
The flour tipped over, spilling on to the floor. The dog, a cocker spaniel, came out of the resulting cloud looking like a ghost. Suzie shrieked with laughter, her mother just shrieked.
covering my face and arms in little pale splotches, with only a few other ingredients it turns into the most recognizable food on earth. soft but heavy,
He wipes his sweating hands on his apron, leaving white flour tracks across the dark material. When we signed up for the job of baker’s assistant, we had imagine something a little more glamorous: pastries before dawn, frosting layered cakes, embellishing cupcakes with our own designs. Instead, we have to control the hulking mixing machine and make sure nobody’s arm gets caught in it this time.
i like to cook with flower, i make cookies
the flour sat on the kitchen counter. Bob took the cocaine, and mixed it with an equal amount of flour, putting the combination in a plastic bag he got from a drawer. The dead body lay on the floor, blood surrounding…
I do not write to test the waters, I write to separate the flour from the oil. The flour i see covers the hair of an 18th century lady.
i went to bake the cake but we were out of flour. what could i do? i asked the dog and her mother asked if i loved the rainbow in my eye. what would come of this? i still had no flouur
An integral ingredient in baking. Rather messy, and leaves white smudges on clothes, and faces. It goes into making delicious treats; cookies, cakes, pastries, fresh-baked bread. Yum!
The substance painted onto my face, and a girlish, shrill squeal escaped my lips. My cheeks crimsoned as all eyes trained onto my figure. I was not embarrassed because of my noises, but of my appearances. I probably look like a hideous mess, right now, I think to myself, and sadness washes over me.
it makes bread. hmm. a weird pronunciation of a pretty colorful thing. flllooouuuurrrr. cookies. cakes. bread. cooking. playing with it when i was little.
Flour tortillas are way better than corn tortillas. More fattening too, unfortunately. That is all I have to say about “flour.”
Baking. With flour I can Make almost anything. Cookies, cake, muffins bread. Flour is the basis for Any type of bread or pastry.
Sounds like flower.
spills across the floor,
creating little islands between the puddles.
white sands, open for conquest.
a dog steps on a few lands and reshapes
them in his image.
i’m reminded of colonialism.