By Beth Ambard

“It’s time to way-eek uuuup!”

I remember hearing these exact words every morning as a child with my mother’s loving hands stroking my face and cheeks. It was not often that I resisted the call because I knew she had been up since before daylight preparing muffins, pancakes, and fresh squeezed orange juice. She was a wonderful cook and I loved everything she prepared, from ox tail soup to strawberry stuffed crepes. When she became ill with cancer I was a teenager and I continued to wake up early in the mornings, now before she did to help in the kitchen. On the rare occasion that I prepared breakfast it was simple but much appreciated by my siblings. These days I continue my mother’s tradition of cooking in the mornings, waking up early and delighting my boys with their favorites. Read More→