Unless of course she made the bread herself with her own hands*,  in which case she can feed off of her own self-satisfaction and breathe in her arrogance and shelter herself with her newly found inflated sense of superiority.  IN CASE IT’S NOT CLEAR, I MADE BREAD.

*by which I of course mean the KitchenAid standing mixer which Blaine and Carrie gifted us off or our registry, but you know, measuring things and locating powdered milk and figuring out how to snap on the dough kneader attachment was truly a challenge.