We visited friends for dinner on Friday. While there, Mike mentioned to me that his wife had called me "Martha Stewart" the day prior. Now I don't know if it was out of spite, like "Damn that Martha Stewart for making me feel bad for ordering pizza for our dinner" or praise, "I can't wait to see what Martha Stewart brings for dessert."
I chose to take it as a compliment. Then I whipped out my cherry vanilla lattice pie. (Another Junior League recipe - it was goood.)