When I think of my mother, I think of her in the kitchen. She loved to cook and bake and deemed it as her hobby. All I know for sure is something magical happened in our tiny, turquoise kitchen and our family’s breakfasts, lunches and dinners were the miraculous proof. My favorites dishes were her chicken and dumplings and lasagna, but mostly I loved her pies, especially her rhubarb custard pie. When my mommy made pies for church potlucks and family reunions she always, always brought home an empty pie tin. My Daddy always told me how lucky I was to have a mother that could bake a perfect pie. I am lucky and so are you.