My mom and I aren’t a like. I know lots of girls have said that, but we’re not. The only thing that we have in common is our love and ability of baking. When I was little, she would always bake for us, and that’s when my love grew. There wasn’t a time when she was baking that she wouldn’t let us help. She would let us stir, mix the pie dough and form cookies. Because of this, I love to bake. I can’t get enough of it. Why am I bringing it up? Mom made blueberry pie today. One of the things I need to get better at is making my pie crusts, they never look correctly. However, according to one of my friends, the last pie I made had a great crust, it just didn’t look great. Oh well, practice makes…permante!