Or June Cleaver. Or Margaret Anderson. Pick your favorite 1950s matriarch, and for tonight (and only tonight), I'm her.
When I realized I was baking a quiche while wearing a dress, pearls, heels and an apron, I just had to document it for posterity. After all, though I bake often, it almost never happens when I'm wearing pearls! Come on, you can't honestly tell me that you wouldn't have done exactly the same thing if you found yourself in the same situation!!