I always loved to cook with Mom in the kitchen, the smell, the down home feeling, people gathering, the table set so beautiful with chrystal dishes and fine china and tomato juice served in chrystal glasses, then the presentation of the food. I couldn't waite for everyone's response to mom's food. It wasn't gourmet; just simple but delicious. Mom would always do little things to make it that much more special. We always had our preserves at the table and she loved the colours like paprika on deviled eggs, pickled clove beets, radishes cut like roses, Icicle pickles and a variety of cheese were just some of her favorites.