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Mother’s Day breakfast memories

I enjoy cooking and like to think that I’m fairly versatile when it comes to preparing food.

And Mother’s Day was the successful beginning of my love of cooking.

I can’t remember when I first began cooking, but it probably started when my brother and I were old enough to man the kitchen of my parents’ home on Third Street.

This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day and I still can remember that first meal my brother and I prepared that morning.

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