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... at least sometimes it seems that's how my story should begin. I'd love to be able to tell you that I trained in the pastry arts at a culinary institute- or even that I took a baking course once... In '77 my father was a salesman providing soda fountain supplies to a local old-fashioned ice cream parlor. The manager mentioned to him that she was looking for someone to provide birthday cakes for children's parties as part of a package deal she was hoping to offer, and he mentioned I might be interested. When he told me about their conversation, I said, " But Dad... I don't know how to decorate cakes!" He reminded me that I loved to bake and that I could do anything I set my mind to, and convinced me to just go and talk to her- so I did.