Normally, I'm quite satisfied in the domestic role, certainly as it pertains to the culinary arts. However, last weekend my friend Elizabeth Hershey, an immensely talented photographer, and I played around with the image of a less-than-content housewife. This resulted in cupcakes thrown on the floor, cleaver wielding and many sips of Jack Daniels.
She just posted some of the pictures to her blog but I wanted to post a few of them here. (And a disclaimer, I didn't bake the cupcakes. They're courtesy of Acme.)