In 5th and 6th grade, I did a short stint in the local 4-H club. 4-H, for my non-American readers, is a club where children basically learn farming and homemaking skills. I lived squarely in the middle of the suburbs, so our 4-H club focused solely on cooking and sewing.
When it came time to enter our own creations in the county fair, for whatever unfathomable reason, I chose to make homemade bagels to enter. So for a few weeks, my patient parents dealt with batches upon batches of practice bagels filling up our kitchen counters. My main problem was that some of
