I’ve always loved baking. When I was in highschool, I took my first classon baking and sewing. I enjoyed every moment of the class. Eventually, I got a degree in homemaking from the religious college. Technically, they call it event planning, but we all know it means to prepare us to be mothers and wives. Boys weren’t even offered the class in their curriculum, so not to confuse gender roles. I’ve learned how to bake easy snacks like rice krispy treats and brownies. I’ve also learned a few tricky desserts like creme brulee, bananas foster, and warm vanilla pudding. Last weekend, my husband was entertaining some fellows for the big game. I made all of the best treats like tacos, various dips, and lots of sweets. HAlfway through the game, I was making fried catfish. The vent over the stove stopped working. I called my husband to fix the ventilation, but he was too busy. The room was filling with the stench of fried fish and tacos. It was pretty gross. When my husband walked into the kitchen, I explained the problem with the ventilation system. He seemed frustrated, like it was my fault that the vent stopped working. He waited until everyone left, and tried to fix the vent on his own. Since the ventilation system wasn’t working at all, we had to call a local HVAC company. My husband was mad, but we needed the ventilations to work over the range. I cook three meals and a dessert on this stove, every single day. I don’t want tomorrow morning’s french toast to smell like tonight’s fried catfish.