I never thought I was a baker, or into baking  for that matter, even. What I'm sure all of you would be surprised to know is that my dad's dad (my grandpa) owned a bakery pre-1990. It was called the "Martanovic Bakery" in Cleveland, Ohio (where I'm originally from) and sold tons of breads, cakes, and pastries. You name it. Everything was freshly made, contained no preservatives and overall was ...