At Health class, the next morning, the girls and I received compliments from a few other people who must have been at the cook-off the night before. Throughout the day, I lost track of how many times somebody told me that I should open a restaurant.

I got the equipment dropped back off to the rental place and got to work about an hour late. My boss asked how the event had gone, and I ran out to the truck and came back in with the plaque. He asked me how much I would charge him to make enough of the four different breads that we'd made for the contest...