My Grandma Mary was known for her baking. My Dad said she made a pan of biscuits at every meal. That's something considering she had 10 kids, cooked more than 3 times a day and ran a farm with my Grandpap Jewell. I always hear about her tea cakes. Luckily one of my cousins has the recipe, or as close to the recipe as possible. You see my Grandma added a pinch here, a cup there. There wasn't any real measuring. She relied on her talent for baking and gift of love. Being the last grandchild in the 5th generation of Pruitt's in America, I didn’t get to meet my Grandmother in person. She passed away from cancer in the mid 60's. Through lively stories, my cousins, Aunts, Uncles and Dad have done an excellent job of making me feel as though I was there in her kitchen watching her knead dough and cut biscuits. I thank you Grandma Mary for teaching my Daddy how to cook and bake. Thank you for starting a tradition of baking that our family has continued. Thank you for a woman of love who expressed it through taking care or your family and community. I am proud to continue your tradition.