Long ago, when I started baking and transforming into the domestic goddess you have before you, a little joke started that I was a regular Betty Crocker. And the nickname stuck (despite the fact that, in all truth, I have far more in common with Julia Child than BC, but I digress).
And now I am blogging. Throwing my two cents at the cosmos as it were. So it's time I use my real name and stop "playing house."
Besides, I have other nicknames...most of which I wouldn't ever ever ever tell you. Back in the day, when our home was more like a scene from Peter Pan, complete with Lost Boys at the table, I hooked the monicker of Mrs. V (yes, "hooked" was a pun).
And so, Dear Reader, I'm ready to change it up a little and let you know that-while I'm certainly a betty- I am ready to be me and not hide behind an icon...maybe I'll become an icon of my own (stop laughing).