Nothing like a first love, is there? I remember mine like it was yesterday… my grandmother gave me my first baking set when I was probably 4 or 5 years old and I fell in love with baking!Anytime anyone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always, “A Cake Baker!” And not just any cakes… I ONLY wanted to bake GREEN cakes. Well, it didn’t work out how I thought. I found a different artistic medium and sometimes my family prefers I leave the baking up to the professionals. Then again, I learned how to bake from my heart. How’d things end (or not) with YOUR first love?