Bee in my bonnet about buns in the oven

Let's face it. All of the baking in the world is done by women.  It's not our fault; sometimes biology is destiny.  Now men have an integral role in getting the bun in the oven, but while it's baking, they're pretty much AWOL--doing things that men do, like trying to win the Republican nomination for president.  Now don't get me wrong, I have an imminent respect for the miracle of baking.  It's a beautiful thing--a mystery really, how the union of flour and yeast can culminate in a perfectly brown bun.  And I fully respect that for some people this union of flour and yeast is a sacred thing.  Having done my fair share of baking, I actually count myself among them.

There are times, however, when things go wrong in the kitchen. The recipe was wrong or the dough didn't rise. Sometimes it's not the right time for baking.  Sometimes the oven is broken and it's too dangerous to wait for the buns to be finished before you fix it.  Sometimes there are enough buns in the pantry already.  Who knows?  Just don't forget whose oven it is and who is doing the baking.  The baker is the best person to figure out what to do.  Scratch that.  She's the only person who can figure out what to do because its her buns and its her oven.  So to the politicians and clergymen and whoever else is trying to control, regulate or otherwise take the baking away from the baker, your ideas and your laws are half-baked.  Please.  Do us all a favor and stay out of the kitchen.