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This is what I want on the brass plate on my office door.
Because by golly, that's what I have been and what I am right now.
I have my domain in order today. From garden to refrigerator, things have been tended to. And thanks to Salamander's entry that mentioned them, I am planning on baking a few scones. The conversation was just too provocative to ignore.
I don't think I ever mentioned it before, but I will mention it now. I used to be a baker.
I would get up at 3:30 in the morning and be at work by 4 AM. I baked everything from scratch. We made cinnamon rolls, muffins, scones, bagels and breads..... all kinds of them, everywhere you looked. I was in my element. But now that I have heard some of the conversation on the DD message board, I find out I was most certainly baking AMERICAN scones.... not "authentic" ones.
We ate them with butter, honey or jam. But clotted cream sounds intriguing.
Anyway, back to the Domestic Godess thing. I can't figure out why such a complex job with such a grand and glorious tradition doesn't pay better wages. I mean for a job that encompasses everything from soup to nuts, paying bills to baking scones, organizing to shopping, baking to sewing, cleaning to gardening, you'd think there might be some monetary compensation for it.
No such luck.
So I am off to call the staffing agency to see if I can find a job filing papers somewhere. It's going to be tough becoming a peeon, after inhabiting the wondrous throne of Domestic Godess. I guess homemaking just doesn't make the grade anymore.
This depresses me, more than you can imagine.
I feel like Rodney Dangerfield. I don't get no respect...