I grew up baking with my mother, sniffing and tasting all the spices and flavorings, working dough, baking cookies and stirring pots. One of the best memories was making pizza together. We would mix and knead the dough. After letting it rise, Mom would give me my own piece to form on my very own pizza pan. She also made certain I had my own little loaf pan for breads. I owe my love of all things food to my mom. Now my husband and I are in our fifth year of full-time bakery ownership and our children are learning many of the same things, just on a bigger scale. My mom has been gone for many years, but she would be so thrilled to see what her grandkids are able to do now...all because she took the time to include me in her baking and cooking endeavors. Thanks, Mom!

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