My mother is a saint. She raised us while working part time, home part time and working on the farm part time. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Somehow she still managed to find time to make sure we had 3 square meals a day, we were respectful of the land, we exercised outside, we finished our chores and we only got to watch a half hour of TV a day. We maybe snuck in an extra half hour if we were feeling devious… don’t tell. I remember being in awe of how many cook books she had. Rows of shelves dedicated
An ode to my mother
