Sometimes I wonder how I became a baker. It's not that I didn't enjoy baking. It's more that I just wasn't good at it. No really. I wasn't. I would try, every holiday, to make cookies for our local cookie exchange. They came out, flat as a pancake, and I would inevitably go to the market and buy a few dozen cookies to give to my neighbors. This became the common theme that surrounded my baking attempts. But, as they say, practice makes perfect. So practice I did. An