i’ve said it once before and i’ll say it again. if baking is water, i’m a cat. if baking was oxygen, i wouldn’t know how to breath. if baking was diesel, i would be a gas engine. aight, ah think yuh get the picture. i CANNOT bake. not good with flour at all! in situations like these, you understand the true meaning of that 1982 classic “that’s what friends are for”. BAIDAWI CAN BAKE! daz all yuh need. a friend with a good bakin’ hand. check him out in some apple muffin action.