The kitchen was the size of my house, and four unsmiling maids bustled around, putting things in ovens and taking other things out of the humongous refrigerator.

Kendra handed me an apron from the top of the center island. "This is my routine on Saturdays. We bake all day and then we give the food away to the poor and the homeless. My parents started the tradition, and I chose to continue it."

"Wow," I breathed as I took the apron, truly impressed. "That's good of ...