Some people have drawing boards, I have a kitchen table. When life begins to wind up its infamous curveball pitch, the kitchen table is where I head. Usually with a bottle of wine and at least one friend, and probably some kind of cake or cheese. This is where I empty my soul, my brain, and a few glasses of Pinot as I sort through what may lay beyond the curve. This was where I decided that my latest career turn would end at the doors of an oven, pulling out a loaf of banana bread, and taking my love of baking from a hobby to a way of life. There isn’t much crossover from film production to baking. When I agreed to become Topéca’s first full-time baker, all I had were a handful of romantic films that led me to believe I could change the world with a cookie, and a recipe book full of treasured family memories. Adventure is what feeds my soul. I usually take this to mean travel and new places, but this time the adventure looks more like a flour-covered apron and a feisty old mixer. I’m flipping through recipes, trying to find myself amidst the teaspoons and tablespoons. A dash of cinnamon and a few broken eggs are signs that the search is coming along as it should, and so is the banana bread.