<p>All&rsquo;s fair in love and war. But not in baking.</p><p>A humorous story about baking and&nbsp;village life. Also includes a rockin&#39; reverend, cakes and bunting.</p>
<blockquote><p><em>Do what you do best.</em></p><p>So said Henry&rsquo;s grandad a year ago to the day as he handed Henry a small, red-foil-wrapped box that gave a metallic rattle when he shook it. Inside: a large bunch of mismatched keys held together by a ring the size of a bangle.</p><p>The keys to the bakery.</p><p>Henry&rsquo;s bakery.</p><p>No going back. Definitely not after Margaret changed the sign on her shop so it read:</p><p>THE Village Bakery ' Grocery<br />
<em>Home of the Banton Bun</em></p><p>Not THE Banton Bun, mind you&mdash;Margaret doesn&rsquo;t have the Joneses&rsquo; secret family recipe&mdash;but a reasonable approximation.</p><p>As for Henry doing what he does best&hellip; Henry Jones the Ninth is no baker, that&rsquo;s for sure. He wouldn&rsquo;t even know how to assemble a Banton Bun, let alone bake one. But he <em>does</em> know his way around computers, accounts, managing staff and stock inventory. And he rides a mean tricycle.</p><p>You might wonder how that could be a good thing. Read on, and all will be revealed.</p></blockquote>