A Baker she is not

I will never make it into the Baker's Society. Try as I might, my efforts will never again yield anything quite as good as those white cookies I sold to my brother's friends the summer I was 11.
I manage quite well on the stovetop, but unter-ventures have so far produced rock hard focaccia, flat Challah and rubbery cookies (I did get the Challah right one week...)
My talented sister's baking skills are sorely missed.