Harvard University

I’m a bit of a grandma. I don’t wear horn-rimmed spectacles, nor perch on a rocking chair, and I certainly wish I carried hard candies in my backpack. However, I do enjoy baking: butter sizzling as it glides across heated metal like a canoe across a glassy lake; powdered sugar fluttering through the air like glitter from a confetti cannon. Some consider themselves math, literature, or history, nerds. I rifle through cookbooks, browse the Internet for ingenious new recipes, and revel this year’s birthday gift: a copy of “Bread Illustrated.” My greatest achievement in elementary school was not…