You will all be stunned to learn that for the god-only-knows how many timeth in a row, I did not receive the Betty Crocker Housekeeper of the Year award. Equally distressing: there is no Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.
Found in the back of our baking supply cupboard was a squeeze-jar of honey. It was a perfectly adorable little squeeze-jar bear. It was cute as a button. The honey inside had expired in 1987.
Betty was unforgiving. As she batted at a dust bunny the size of a standard poodle that was floating by her face, she made some cutting comments about my fastidiousness and my general expertise in the kitchen.
She not as sweet as she seems on TV.
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