How I knew I loved to bake....

When I was probably about 6 or 7 years old, I discovered I had the desire to become a baker.  My parents also unfortunately learned this by eating my favorite dish at the time "Sprinkled Thin Bread."  At this time I didn't know much about baking.  The main ingredients in a dessert in my mind were flour, eggs, milk, sugar.  Every time my parents would go out for the night and I had a babysitter, I would convince her to let me bake.  I pulled out all the ingredients I needed, mixed them together "just right" and poured them in a pan.  Next it needed to be pretty, so I would grab all the colored sugar sprinkles I could find and put them on top.  My babysitter would then bake my "Sprinkled Thin Bread."  When my parents returned home, they had no choice but to taste my "creation" because I was so excited to show off my baking skills! I made them each eat a piece (which to be honest tasted like sweet cardboard covered in sprinkles) and then repeatedly asked them "Is it good?" until they said yes.  I think they are quite glad the the Sprinkled Thin Bread recipe has retired for good (mainly thanks to the Easy Bake Oven with premixed ingredients).