Well, B2, first, my mom would have made bruises on me for calling her "mama", she hated that for some odd reason. She never minded "mommy" and "mom".

I digress.

Roast beef HAS to be made in the specific roaster of my entire life with red wine, halved potatoes, halved onions, and carrots. No foreign parts accepted.

Thanksgiving stuffing must be waaaaaaaaay overspiced.

Real butter is the rule, not the exception. "Bad muffins need butter, good muffins deserve butter."

We still use a fork to poke my mom's signature into top pie crusts. She's been dead for 8 years, but we just have to do it.

Poached eggs are to be poached in milk! Those were awesome.

No one has been able to reproduce my mom's spaghetti sauce either. We can't figure out why. Kelly, you may have a point on the additives. We just can't do it.