Poor Fluttershy can't deal with sailors.
I can only cook about half a dozen things that don't require a microwave. Although chocolate chip cookies are one of those things.
Have you tried making chocolate chip pancakes? That's one of the few things I can cook. Though I have to make them really small or else they'll break apart when I try to flip them.
Also, still haven't gotten the new Herald message. Wonder why.
Life is simple: it has no nontrivial normal subgroups.
Evening everypony. What's going on?
Yeah, Andromeda is heading for you. You got over 9000 years until it collides.
I cook all too well... as my waistline can attest.
Do you ever use capital letters?
on occasion.
also, welcome back, orion. apparently, mlp:fim's getting a manga, and rarity likes a stallion with a weird chin.
edited 26th Mar '13 7:57:19 PM by crimsonstorm15
you're stronger than you think you are.
That's my dream. It's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor … and surviving.
Why does "cookies and sailors" sound like some kind of innuendo to me? XD
That is the face of a man who just ate a kitten. Raw.
Weird chin? *Looks at picture in question* Eh, hardly that odd.
Yeah, Andromeda is heading for you. You got over 9000 years until it collides.
I actually thought that guy looked OK. Weird.
I'm more concerned with his cheekbones. And someone in the comments made a good point in that he looks like a ponified version of Handsome Squidward.
That is the face of a man who just ate a kitten. Raw.
That's... probably a sign you're making them wrong, unless your definition of medium to large is absurd. I've made a plate-sized pancake and had no trouble flipping it. You gotta wait until the bubbles stop bubbling on top.
I do but they still always fold or tear while flipping. Usually I keep the pancakes to roughly the diameter of the spatula in order to minimize problems. It also means I can cook 4-5 in the pan at once without them running into each other.
Life is simple: it has no nontrivial normal subgroups.
At least it's not like Thunderlane.
That's my dream. It's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor … and surviving.
Someone should make a blog devoted to pony-related recipes. That'd be fun...
I have nothing relevant to contribute to this conversation.
What kind of food item would each of the mane 6 be?
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one-way street
Me? Starbursts.
Yeah, Andromeda is heading for you. You got over 9000 years until it collides.
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