John Paul

An emergency war cake. 1939. War cake. No eggs, no milk, no butter, no joy. There's no sugar either. Is this the cake? Two teacups of raisins. How am I supposed to know how big your teacups are, Ira? One teacup of dates. Why do dead people like dates so much? Bam! Fire up. Cup and a half of molasses. Pretty sure this is how diesel is made. Cinnamon