The Evolution of Sprinkles: What's Next ... Bacon Windmills?
The Evolution of Sprinkles: What’s Next … Bacon Windmills?
I am one lucky lady. I snagged myself a Dutchman and forced bullied charmed him into marrying me. Because of my unique and, I’m sure, enviable blissfully wedded position in life, I get to do wonderful things like visit the kaasboer (cheese farmer) for fresh-made cheese, utter such phrases like “dank je” (thank you) and “goedemorgen” (good morning), and greet people with not one, not two, but three
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