I was just a 5th grade scrubby kid, back in 1976, when my mom encouraged me to enter a cake baking contest at my elementary School, in Ontario CA. If we were to bake, I knew I would get a chance to sample some of the goodness we would make, I agreed. The colors were red, white and blue, for our country's bicentennial year, and we were going to bake a 1/4-sheet cake with two cup cakes on pedestals. A number of other students entered their cakes as well, but two other kids and myself won prizes based on decoration and uniqueness, I got first for my cake. They put our pictures in the local newspaper. I was beside my self, but knew that the help I received from my mom was vital. She (Ferne Yoder) was the source of my strength, as a kid, she grew up in a farming community in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada. She and her sisters cooked/baked for their hired help on their farm, so she had all the credentials for being a great chef. Maybe this has something to do with why I have that creativity to bake great things.