Like Marbaree, when my Mom died, my sister and I light heartedly fought over who would get Mom's iron skillets. My Mom was not a great baker, (a great cook, however) but she made a fabulous pineapple upside down cake in an iron skillet. I always marveled how she could flip the cake out with one hand. I got the iron skillets and marveled even more when, despite workouts at the gym, I had a hard time flipping that skillet. I always baked with our kids and now with our grandkids. Our 15 year old grandson calls my "almost almond roca" bars: "Christmas crack" because they are so addictive. I have only had one mishap: our then 6 year old grand daugher was helping me make chocolate dipped bowls over inflated balloons. As we stood admiring the dipped balloon, it popped, sending chocolate over the whole kitchen and all over us. After a good laugh, we cleaned up. I found chocolate splatters for days after that. Kitchen time is love time. Happy Mother's Day! Miss you, Mom.

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