I prepared my first baked goods while propped on my mom’s knee while hiked up against the kitchen counter so I could reach the mixing bowl. My little hands could barely control a Crayon cracked an egg on the side of the bowl. No shells in the batter. My first attempt...

My favorite T-shirt depicts a fried chicken leg in the shape of the commonwealth and reads “Kentucky Born and Breaded.” That’s me—a Kentucky gal who loves to eat.