All in the Life of a Domestic Goddess

I just finished making scones. Which, inevitably, makes me feel like a Domestic Goddess. I didn't burn them, I made two different kinds (blueberry OR cinnamon-sugar-cream-cheese)...all in all, they came out great.

So, I could throw the humble card and be all like - "It was nothing. REALLY!"

But come on. You know me. I know me. And, I'm not about to pull that card right here, right now. Instead, I'm going to pull the I'm-the-world's-greatest-woman-in-the-world-I-dominated-the-kitchen card. A round of applause would be great - RIGHT ABOUT...NOW!!!

(thankyou.thankyou.thankyou)

Okay, so I didn't do anything to contribute to world peace, or tell you how many calories and carbs and fat that will all be sticking to your hips after you eat these wonders healthy these scones are. And, MAYBE I did beg at knife point my friend for the recipe.

But regardless. I still dominated the kitchen. I took one look at that recipe, glared my oven into baking obedience, pulled out the rarely used rolling pin...and created some awesome scones that will have you wanting to make out with your husband be the Betty Crocker meets Paula Deene extraordinaire.

Whew. What a job. But someone's gotta do it. Meaning, of course, WRITE THIS BLOG.

Yours Truly,

Domestic Goddess.