That's the yeast of my concerns
Donuts
She replied, "that's none of your biscuit!"
That's naan of your business
I guess they were Gnocching on my door
They both look like tissue but only one will make you cry.
"Really?" "Sure," she said.
"It's the yeast I can do."
but it handles all my kneads.
Because we all knead it.
I guess that's why they call it window pain.
The Pillsbury Doughboy, remembered best as "Pop N Serve", and/or "Pop N Fresh", died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy will be buried in this lightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities will turn out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.
The grave site is expected to be piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima will deliver the eulogy and lovingly describe Doughboy as "a man who never knew how much he was kneaded".
Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes.
Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop tart.
The funeral will be held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
True dad that man!!
I said, "You wanna pizza me?"
Pi(z)(z)(A)
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It is kneadless, to say.
It's toast!
I’m bready.
So I said, “You wanna pizza me?”
I kneaded very much
It was an oaf of bread.
He says he's good dough.
When it has nothing left to prove
He slid the loaf into the oven to bake. He told his son, “This bread is for a very special occasion, so I’m going to make a back-up.” He then plopped an extra loaf’s worth of dough onto the table, sliced it into two equal pieces, and immediately put them away. The boy asked, “Dad, why’d you do that?” The baker smiled and told his son, “It’s better to halve it and not knead it.”
"It's called Bread Rising."
I don't just want it I knead it
You have to get a rise out of it.
The waiter told me it was a naan-issue.
But it was only half baked
He kneaded the dough.
I don't just want it, I knead it
I don't just want it, I knead it.
Doughnuts
It is kneadless, to say.
Doughnuts
(Sorry) (not sorry)
