In preparation for Christmas morning I was making an Almond Pastry that my Mom usually makes on Christmas morning. He has probably been in my Mom's house only a few times when she is actually making this pastry. The day I was making it he says to me, "Mom, it smells like something Grandma Mickie would make in here." It made me happy for a few reasons. Mainly, that my cooking was smelling as good as my Mom's and also that he was able to tell me about it and articulate it. It just made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
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