"Who cares," I said.
"It'll be fine," I said.
"That's what Google translate is for!" I said.
So wrong, Katie. So very, very wrong.
The night ended with me, very Peeta-esquely, tossing the flavorless brick into my backyard. Have at it, birds! Enjoy this Polish mistake! It tasted like raw pancake batter. I won't even post the measurements I used because somewhere during the conversion process, I fudged up. Was it the 10 eggs? The entire jar of honey I poured into the batter? Who knows. At least it looked okay.
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