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Mother's Day Baskets 2.0

One day each year hardly seems enough to celebrate all that the mamas in our lives do for us. I've always loved Mother's Day and all that it represents, and this holiday has become particularly important to me in the years since founding Mama's Gotta Eat. This company thrives off the energy and stories that come to us from each and every mother we meet. These are gracious, strong, intelligent, and beautiful women who give me the absolute privilege of being a part of their everyday lives. I am the invisible friend at the table, and to see that twinkle in a mother's eye as she watches her family enjoy a healthy meal together is to see a little piece of heaven. Thank you to all my mamas who have given me the opportunity to watch your families grow. These baskets are for all that you do. 

This little bubba is Jackson, a very special dumpling of a boy to me. He and his precious sister, Addison, were my nanny charges for almost 2 years. Jackson was more than happy to comply when asked to sample a mini chocolate chip cookie, one of three baked goods featured in these baskets.  
Of course, that wicked grin tells you he had more than just one bite sized cookie!

 He left the green tea lemonade, berry iced tea, coconut oil kettle corn, lemon half moons, and strawberry balsamic dressing for another mama to enjoy.
We'll have so many more beautiful strawberries in full swing of their summer season by the time Mother's Day rolls around, and I can't wait to slice them up!


To order, email mama@mamasgottaeat.com for an order form or call/text 713-299-8555. For more ordering information and pricing, check out our Facebook page.

 A special thank you to the Carrier family for lending Jackson to this photo shoot. He was an absolute delight!

 Photos courtesy of Jennifer Robinson of Sugar Photography (D Magazine's Favorite 2 years in a row!)

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