My womanly worth defined through baked goods.

Last night's biscuits were bland. (No, that is not a metaphor for sex.) My peanut butter cookies--the ones I meant to take to the EGO bake sale this morning--so sorry about that---were quite delicious. I can make zucchini bread and cookies and shortbread and cheesecake. I can make homemade sausage and lentil soup and enchiladas and lasagna and pastitsio. I stopped smoking and drinking. I cut back on the swearing. I'm growing a baby. And still the magic of biscuits is just too much for my culinary prowess and personal rectitude! And yes. I seriously do consider this a moral failure.

My appointment is in 2.5 hours!