Mary Wollstonecraft, toffee bars, invisibility
M.W. probably did not feel inadequate when her “toffee bars” did not come out looking like the ones in the cookbook. She probably did not make toffee bars. I know she hated to get dressed up: bone stays, gauze, “frizzled hair.” Besides, in her day there were no cookbooks with glossy photographs of perfect toffee bars to torment her. Tomorrow night is the first night of Hannukah and I looked at the lovely pictures in my Cookies and Bars book and thought I would make all of those bars and cookies. But I should have cut out the picture instead and stuck it on a plate.
I am sulking, anyways, because my local paper left The Woman Who Named God off its “holiday round up.” Talk about feeling invisible.