This is what I ended up making for my Mother's Day gift. Growing up in East Texas meant pine cones were a part of every day life. I remember my cousin and I making pine cones, mud, and grass into a caserole concoction down by the creek. Those were the good ole days. Anyways, whenever I see a pine cone I get nostalgic and miss home in the piney woods of Texas.
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