When most of my friends were playing ball, I was getting drug into the kitchen to bake, and now I understand why they did it. I’m the kind of baker that, made an apple pie once, and when it came to of the oven, something wasn’t right about it. It didn’t seem right to me though. I had a friend over. I just kept looking at it. It was subpar. He wanted to eat it, but I threw it away. I wouldn’t give you something, I wouldn’t touch myself. That’s the kind of baker I am. Even if I’m getting all the ingredients together, if I do a taste test, and it isn’t right, I start over. I refuse to put out an inferior product. When it comes to baking, my mom said I was a perfectionist. If it’s not, I’m not going to sell it. I’ll take a loss if I have to, but I’m going to do it all over again. I personally don’t like it but, when I’m baking, they call me Joe the Baker. I got started baking when I was nine years old. I’m used to doing it the way my mom showed me how to do. Everything is by hand, I really don’t use food processors or any of that. Really, been baking all my life. It’s a passion. It’s just something I’ve done all my life. My mom learned from her mom.