My class made a waffle with finely ground flour and sugar and eggs in it. It had a rough edge to it and a lot of holes for the steam to come out. Then Peyton knocked them over. Luckily Mr. McCartney saved them. Then we cooked it over a flame then put it in the fridge. It was a real work of art. It was our

milled, filled, frilled, drilled, spilled, grilled, chilled, skilled pancake.