Also, a pie. The first of a series, hopefully, because my summer is drawing to a close and while I have mastered cupcakes, scones, cookies, and variety bars, I will not be a true Betty Crocker until I have a few more successful pies under my belt. [Bah-dum-tsst!]
But I think it's the pie crust that is indicative of a legitimate rite of passage.
I am domesticated, yo.
