1
That we got in a small room above a pastry cook's shop.
2
The ambulance rolled up to the evacuation station, and my pastry cook alighted.
3
As he turned he rammed the cart hard against a pastry cook's portico.
4
It was the pastry cook's voluble wife who had spoken.
5
Bernie the pastry cook tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't be consoled.
6
So the Prince gave the cake back to the pastry cook, and went on again.
7
The castle pastry cook was renowned for her pies.
8
The pastry cook's baby, eyes closed, sating himself all oblivious of the storms around him.
9
Yet any one connected with the Senate Hotel, from Pete the pastry cook to H.G.
10
The old man buys cakes and pates from the pastry cook in the rue de Buci.
11
It was clear soup, made chiefly of Marsala, and purchased from the pastry cook's in Store Street.
12
It was Bernie Johansen, the pastry cook.
13
Those pennies, if I'm not mistaken, will all be spent at the village pastry cook's within an hour.
14
He stationed himself in front of a pastry cook's window, eagerly occupied in comparing the different kinds of cakes.
15
Some say that the pastry cook in Shire Lane, at whose house it was held, was named Christopher Katt.
16
This, I thought, was strange language from an honest pastry cook, who was also a lieutenant in the militia.