I was the kid standing on the chair “helping” my mom bake in my early years. As I got older, I baked and gave treats to friends when they needed a pick-me-up. Baking became an addiction…I mean passion! It really was for selfish reasons; I got a legal high over how happy they were to receive something homemade. My four taste testers (two boys, two girls) helped me figure out which recipes were home runs and which ones were not. They were brutally honest which was a good thing!