I guess when I look back, Mothers Day was the day that I began cooking in the kitchen by myself. It was the one day that me and my sister would cook breakfast for our mom. It may not have ended up to be more than a bowl of cereal, toast, fruit and orange juice. But you know what? She loved it anyways.
So I want to share with you all some of the recipes that my mom and all the other wonderful women in my life have shared with me. I grew up enjoying these recipes, and now making them. Making them now is a special treat, because it brings back so many special memories.