About me, or not about me. That is the question. Braided egg bread, layered carrot cake I don't have any. But I can say I've cooked with my great grandpa, the grooviest cook around. Making chicken balls (stuffing, onion, and butter inside) out of chicken I hammered (pulped more like it; I have yet to get a meat mallet). A Bandaid in sourdough bread. I was wondering where that went (don't worry, it was clean). What makes it worse is that my sister, the birthday gal that night, got it in her piece.