I grew up during a time when girls were funneled into home economic classes and boys were pointed towards the shop classes — wood, metal, and auto. Baking was something your sister or your mom did; definitely not a guy thing. So I didn’t do much of it. Who knew that some fifty odd years later I’d take an interest in baking. So I made a half-dozen cinnamon muffins this afternoon. They look better than they taste. They’re not bad tasting or anything like that, but I need to work on light and fluffy because these things could sink a battleship.