Pat cakes, Pat cakes, baker's man
Bake me three cakes as fast as you can;
Pat them and prick them and mark them with a 'B',
And put them in the oven for Benny and me.
I've never met so many vegetarians/semi-vegetarians in my life! I deeply understand the benefits ---- health/ethical/environmental. And from what I've heard, vegetarians even 'make better lovers'! (Does all that chlorophyll really get their hormones going?)
But for me, it's still difficult to imagine giving up those lovely foods forever. Letting myself eat whatever I like is the lifestyle I want to have.
It's much easier to knit.
Patricia came back from her admirable ski holiday in Chamonix. She had lovely French food there, and took lots of pictures. It's such a fairy-tale place!
The chocolate she brought us are already gone. This is the sweet gift she got me from Holland.
By the way, the taste of Holland is Toffee.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack drove to his wife,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
I changed the rhyme a bit.
In my story, Jack is a driver (look at his hat), his wife is certainly a cook (look at her build).