Let's talk cake

I'm aware that the title of my new blog, One homemade, one store bought, might be potentially offensive to some people. My mother has already complained about my use of this metaphor, feeling that it disrespects our hypothetical adopted child by referring to him or her as store bought.
Two things.
First, like it or not, when you adopt internationally, you are, in some senses, paying for a child. To the tune of $20,000-$30,000. You can pussyfoot around that issue if it makes you uncomfortable. It makes ME uncomfortable. But being crass, my way of dealing is to face up to it and state it for what it is. Sort of like how girls are allowed to call themselves cunts, and lesbians can call themselves dykes.
Second, there's this assumption that homemade is somehow superior to store bought. To which I point out cakes. I have labored for hours over cake recipes that Nigella swears will taste divine. And they're good enough. But nowhere near as tasty as a $15 Costco sheet cake.
Moral of the story? Homemade and store bought are both excellent choices.