My baking class was one of my favorite classes in school, probably because I did so well in it, that I decided to give it it’s own iPhonetography post instead of lumping it together with other posts. I grew up helping my mom in the kitchen, but my earliest, and most clear, kitchen memories involve baking. My mother is a fantastic baker and I am pretty good, too, if I do say so myself. I already knew many baking basics and recipes, but I also learned a lot in this class. I earned the title “Number One” from my table group in baking because they always came to me with questions (for some reason they wouldn’t call me “captain” or “your majesty”). That worked out quite well since I had to ask them for help in our other classes.