The recipe was simple enough: flour, baking powder, salt, eggs, and milk; what could go wrong? I gathered the dry ingredients and dumped them in the mixing bowl; flour floated in the air, sticking on my lips and lashes. Many types of flour exist, but I chose bread flour because it is high in protein. Cracking the eggs was much more difficult than I had expected. Shell pieces floated in the bowl, and I used my fingers to pick them out one by one. Eventually, all the ingredients were amassed and ready inside my mixing bowl. My mixer is a swanky, bright blue stand-up type with a large bowl—very impressive, if I do say so myself. As soon as I turned it on, sticky yellow batter flew from the bowl and dotted the counters, cabinets, and me. "How do you turn this thing down?" I yelled to Mom in the next room.