A few times a year, usually around my kids’ birthdays, Martha Stewart—through some sort of mind control via her robin’s egg blue KitchenAid Stand Mixer–makes me do things no sane person would ordinarily do.
Case in point:
Or perhaps:
Or maybe:
It’s a Good Thing (that birthdays only happen once a year).
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What about you? Does Martha ever put some kind of cookie press/white dishware voodoo on you?
Eat, Drink, and Behave 