There’s something I’m really embarrassed about. Few would ever suspect that an organic-eating, sunshine-loving, walk-to-the-grocery-store girl like me wouldn't know how to ride a bike, but there it is. Blame it on my parents, blame it on me, but one way or another I managed to get to 26 without ever gliding down a sidewalk on two wheels. Don’t feel too badly. I have learned a few things in my time. I can pull out Virgil and read the original Latin. I can hula-hoop from all appendages. And, if I may say so, I can bake a mean cake.