I don't bake. I cook.. in fact I cook well. However, I don't bake. Why? Because a tornado through my kitchen would make less mess than I do when I bake. For some reason, me and flour don't get along, at all... the kitchen usually resembles a first snowfall by the time I'm done. Every bowl I own, as well as measuring cup, somehow finds its way out and inhabits every nook of my oh so small cupboard space. That said, our apt. complex had this hokey pie tastin' contest with first place being 100 bucks off of the rent. Everyone can use an extra hundred bucks, so I thought "why not." Well, I am now the reigning "Peakview Pie Champion." Not bad, considering the pie wasn't really even done! (It was supposed to be cool and "set up.") However, this still doesn't mean that I bake.