I grew up in a small farming community in southern Illinois, where all the boys belonged to the Future Farmers of America and joined the boys’ 4-H Club to raise chickens, calves, and pigs. All the girls belonged to the Future Homemakers of America and joined the girls’ 4-H Club to learn cooking and sewing. All my girlfriends were in 4-H and so, even though I had little interest in cooking or sewing, I joined too.
I pretty quickly caught on to sewing, but cooking seemed beyond my capabilities or interest.
During the spring the year I turned 16, my 4-H leader asked me to do some kind of cooking demonstration for our local club. I knew next to nothing about cooking and told her so, but she was adamant. I didn’t really know how to cook anything, but at last I hit upon the idea of making homemade pizza from a Chef Boyardee pizza mix. It came with a flour and yeast mixture, a can of pizza sauce and a small package of grated Parmesan cheese. Oil, water and pizza pan needed to be supplied by the cook.
Pizza was a pretty new thing in our remote county, so there was a modicum of interest in pizza making.