My neighbor invited me to a baking party she was hosting for some friends who all hail from Transylvania or as they call it “the old country”. The women are going to make their favorite family-recipe desserts. I am trying to get out of this. First, I know nothing about Transylvania except that it is the home of Dracula, and so my imagination is running wild about the type of desserts on the menu. I am envisioning Lily Munster’s spider cookies or blood-flavored scones. Secondly, I don’t bake well. In a kitchen with these very accomplished bakers, I think I might stand out like the proverbial square peg in a round hole or at the very least a lesbian at Chick-Fil-A.