Chattering-Magpie-blog
The cobbler's children.
And the cookie maker’s husband has no cookies.
All those cookies I make I give away, and keep none for ourselves. I had quite the hankering for krumkake. Even though I was on my third beer (or perhaps because), I whipped up a batch of batter and cooked up about half of it. And ate about half of that. E had one.
