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My Kitchen Aide

So Nat (my sister in law) inspired me to make bread too, however, it didn't quite turn out like hers. You don't even want to know what Dave said it looked like (but knowing him, I am sure you can guess...)It was tasty but I need some help in the cosmetic department.
LOVE THE KITCHEN AIDE!


I told Luke that I was turning into Betty Crocker. He said "No mom, Betty Crocker is a cake that is so easy that you only need one hand to make it. Teenage kids like me can do it by themselves."

Comments

Natallee said…
Hey- I would love to swap recipes!! I love Lukes comments- he was so fun to be around last week!! Also, I love your additions to your playlist! I had it going tonight!
Jami and Family said…
Hey Bianca- I have been asking Heather to make a blog for forever! I wish they would. Maybe if we keep bugging them they will finally make one! You have the cutest little family! Good to hear from you.
Jami
Bennett Family said…
luke is HILLARIOUS! ben has a GREAT bread recipe as well if you're interested!
Unknown said…
I still use my ancient breadmaker from my college days.

And ps - are those the finished loaves or the about-to-rise loaves?
Terra said…
Hey Betty Crocker - I am seriously impressed even if they don't look like you had hoped. The thought of baking bread from scratch makes my head hurt! Sorry we missed you guys when you were in town - maybe next time.
Corey and Lisa said…
Hey Bianca! Love my kitchen-aide too! Saw your blog through friends in our ward. We all blog....who knew??

Lisa Mason
Allen Family said…
Hey, doesn't matter what they look like...just how they taste!! :) Sounds like it was super yummy, way to go!

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