Dad's text woke me early. Something came up. Pick up Mom? Meet you at the Lodge.

Hrumph. He'd better not miss her debut as a baking superstar or neither of us would hear the end of it. The original chime was followed by a rapid-fire slew of musical pings as my phone delivered texts from my mother that told me, in no uncertain terms, I was in for a very, very bad morning.

8AM sharp

Wear something nice

Don't be late

Bring my red ...