Sometimes things just present themselves to you with such force that to deny them would be futile, if not plain stupid and short sighted. I found myself in that position a few months ago when my husband opened the Artisan Baking Center inside their bakery distribution company warehouse in Petaluma. The space is big, gleaming and brand spanking new. The first time I walked into that room it cried out to me - dirty me up! Splatter oil and slice onions and spill on my butcher block counters. While I may have never taught a cooking class before, I certainly know how to muck up a kitchen a bit and breath some life into it.