The origin story(?) of Isaac becoming a young baker!

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Isaac cleaned up the last mixing bowl, rinsing off the suds before placing it into the drying rack. After drying his paws, he looked over to the counter to eye his collection of treats he had made over the past day.
The spectacle was radically different from his first souffle a month ago. The whole island counter was filled with a variety of sweets he had crafted from his cookbook. Cakes and pies and custards and more! He had spent the entire afternoon taste-testing each one of them during their making, adjusting and readjusting their ingredients to ensure that they were perfect. Now, they all stood together completed, dazzling under the ceiling light.
Isaac smiled. He had already gotten so far with his baking that the neighbors on his street had taken notice of it. He had offered a cake to the couple next door, which they loved so much they spread word around. He was starting to get phone calls of people requesting certain treats and offering to pay him. How could he refuse?
He opened up his cookbook and flipped through all the recipes he went through today. The once neat, clean book was now slightly worn, with recommended ingredients scribbled in, measurements readjusted, baking times and temperatures modified. There were only a few recipes that remained unaltered – those that had the red tabs. But he felt that he’d be ready for those soon enough.
He set the book down, eyeing the desserts once again. He had made himself a small treat as a reward for a hard day’s work – a good-sized bowl of chocolate pudding with graham cracker sticking out of it. He grabbed a spoon and dug in. He was right in adding a bit more cocoa powder than what the book called for, it was delicious! Isaac sighed as he continued to eat, feeling his belly fill up with the delicious treat. He noted that warm buzz in his stomach, which felt very pleasant.
When he set the bowl down however, he shifted his apron around. The knot that he tied at the front of his tummy was feeling tight again. He sighed, fiddling with the string to loosen it up once more.
This wasn’t the first time he needed to adjust his waist strap. Every day it seemed he had to shift the string to give his tummy some breathing room. He always had written it off as him getting too excited at the start of the day, causing him to tie the string on a little too snug.
But he had also noticed that the amount of slack and the size of his loops in his knot had been getting progressively smaller. He thought back to the first day when he tried it on – the slack hung almost to his knees! Did it shrink in the wash at some point?
Isaac yawned, placing the empty pudding bowl in the dishwasher. It was too late to get started on this mystery. He hung up his apron on the doorknob, feeling the buzz of his belly fade away. It was time for this baker to get some sleep.