Never tell me I can't do something.
And never make fun of my domestic skills.
Since I got home from work I've been making a homemade cake for our work party tomorrow and I've made two loaves of handmade (note-NO BREAD MAKER) bread.
And when a friend at work laughed at my Mad Martha plans and asked if I was going to churn my own butter tonight, I took it as a personal challenge.
Tomorrow I will bring into work fresh home baked bread, a baked from scratch chocolate black out cake (complete with homemade pudding for frosting) and a jar of hand churned butter.
(My Corgis LOVE watching cooking shows on tv and a live demonstration can keep them enthralled for hours)
Or as I'm calling it, "Fuck You Butter".
You should have seen it when a co-worker challenged me to brain surgery back when I worked on the ambulance...