When I get to the township, three women have already prepared the bread dough in a bucket.
In some traditions, it was used instead of water to produce bread dough.
When that happened, she should get two pieces of bread dough being prepared for the wedding, and make them into birds.
In a dark moment, he urinates into the town's bread dough.
She looked at herself: a small, heavy woman with a complexion like bread dough and the face of a potato.
It was rather like trying to break bread dough.
Why can't the human body be like bread dough so we could shape it however we want?
They looked as if they were made from bread dough.
She had bread dough to make, so that it would rise overnight in the refrigerator.
She seemed to be striking bread dough, warm and yielding.
