This morning marks yet another Mother's Day. And sometimes I wonder if that is just not the way we look at it. That we take our mothers for granted. We show up at their house like we never left and when we get there we expect the same old treatment we always got; unconditional love, a hot meal and never ending praise on how good we are. Personally I like all three even when they are not deserved. But let me tell you about my mom. I should be able to tell you lots because after all I have known her all my life. My mom is a great cook! I know we all say that but she really is. Maybe her generation is the last to take their time when preparing a meal. Growing up we had 3 squares a day. She got up early started the cooking before she ever called us to get up. While cooking our breakfast she oversaw our getting ready for school and trying her best to make sure we didn't miss the bus (no, I didn't walk up hill both ways in the snow barefoot). Since I have 3 siblings, mom spent a...