Truth be told, I’m not the best baker. My cookies burn, my cakes go lopsided because of my eighty-year-old oven, or my hair ends up in the batter. This happens so often that I used to tell my nephews, “If you find the Lucky Hair in your food, that means you get extra ice cream,” and on more than one occasion, there would be a sad little face accompanied by a whimpering, “I didn’t get the Lucky Hair.”
