Betty Crocker Married Duncan Hines and Had a Little Doughboy

I love to bake from scratch. There's something extremely satisfying in taking flour and sugar and eggs and turning it into something delicious. (I also love to eat deliciously baked from scratch goodies, which is why my exercise plan and I will never be parted.)

The thing is, though, I use white flour and white sugar and (gasp!) real butter when I bake. I know, I know, it's not gluten free or soy full or politically correct. I guess it's still pretty old school of me to want to dust off my Donna Reed mentality and bake some bread. But in this fast food, modern convenience world, isn't it nice to have a baked treat made with love and time and care? Shouldn't everyone be able to tell the difference between Chips Ahoy and the real deal?

Um, okay, these I would probably (most definitely) buy!

Okay, now before you think I'm up on some high horse here let me tell you that I DO eat Chips Ahoy and Oreos and Kraft Macaroni & Cheese and occasionally (under duress) even McDonald's. I mean, I have kids and occasionally eating all that bad stuff is even their idea instead of mine. I'm not a purist who eats sprouts and makes tofu cookies and kelp shakes and balances my chakras. (Although I am trying to set up an appointment for that because who doesn't want well balanced chakras?) 

I'm just saying that I'm tired of the media portraying everything that our parents and grandparents grew up eating, yet somehow still survived, as evil and unhealthy. I shouldn't have to form a support group because I like butter. (Although I might if we could end each meeting with a recipe exchange.) I want my kids to have scratch made cakes and learn to cook using a recipe. I want them to know Sunday dinners with starchy pasta and delicious rolls. Yes, it's probably white pasta, get over it. And guess what? I'm probably spreading butter on my roll too! Probably even adding Parmesan cheese to my spaghetti. Oh, the culinary sins I'm committing!

So if you ever come over and the cookie jar is on the counter, you can be sure that I pulled out my inner 1950's housewife and made something completely sugar filled and yet completely tasty. Anything else would be uncivilized. (I now have to Google that to remember which commercial I stole that saying from.)