When I was in 7th grade, a teacher for some class that’s lost to obscurity decided we should each pick something we were good at and demonstrate it for the class. Our grade would be based on how well we explained each step and completed our chosen task. In 7th grade I was really good at reading, drawing, mumbling excuses for why I couldn’t do a cartwheel in gym, and pestering my mother in the kitchen while she baked. So it was decided that I would demonstrate cake decoration using decorator tips and tubes of McCormick frosting- evil, horrid tasting stuff in bright colors not found in nature. Continue reading
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