Babka is the Hamilton of breads!
I whispered, “This is what plays when Jack-Jack explodes,” and she said “What?”
“We were born to strudel!”
Just like Christmas, only there is no Santa, just a guy in flannel
Stella wrote “Cheech!” and we hoped for the best.
You’re going to get stuck talking to leaf people.
Flatbread is the Ocean’s 8 of bread.