Yep, I made the food section. “But, Johnny,” you ask, “all you know about food is how to eat it.” Not anymore. As you know, I have become the self proclaimed Craig LaBan of pizza (I’ll have a Marra’s review this afternoon after Spanish class), and now my friend Ken and I are respected bakers. The article is actually about the two ladies I wrote about in my story, and about the jealousy they encounter on the bake-off trail. Please realize that my “bakers in Lancaster County” comment carries with a dose of sarcasm.
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