It's been almost 30 years since my Mom and I baked together. She passed away when I was only 29 years old. Between the age of 10 and 28 she taught me everything I know (almost) about baking. Her pie crusts were the envy of every one of my aunts, her cakes were heavenly, and we made hundreds of cookies at Christmas every year. My daughter and I have baked together since she was little, carrying on the tradition. She's becoming a better baker than I at only 28! Yesterday we threw a bridal shower for one of her friends, and we topped each home-made coconut cupcake with a candied viola from my garden. It brought back a sweet memory of my mother showing me how to candy the violets from our yard. Where would we be without our wonderful Mothers?

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