We always had something baked in the house. Whether it was pies, cakes, cinnamon rolls or just cookies, there was always something. I can remember her and my grandmother rolling and cutting cinnamon rolls when I got home from school. :-) She would let me help her mix up cakes, and of course, lick the beaters. That led me to baking cakes whenever she and my dad went out with their friends and left my sister and me at home. It was my chance to "do it myself" and that's what led me to building my baking skills. I new mothers that would have a fit that their kid was doing something like operating a hot oven and using a mixer without them there, but mine never did. I think they just liked coming home with their friends in tow and having something fresh waiting for them. I know she was always so proud telling them that "Michael made this". :-) Ah, good memories...

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