Nana is a baker, the FlyBoy is a cook, and I have the distinct pleasure of being a supremely satisfied eater!
Don’t need to take the quiz to know the answer to this one: cook. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen, and even worked as a fill-in line cook in a friend’s restaurant a time or two.
A baker, however, I am not. I like to wing it and experiment when I cook. That does not lend itself well to baking, I’ve found. If a bread recipe calls for 3 1/2 cups of bread this time, it will be that way every single time. That sort of thing. Most of my baked goods end up looking like something that would have been served in a POW camp. Biscuits and soda bread are about as advanced as I can safely get.