Every Purim since I was 6 or 7, my grandma and I made hamentashen. This is the first year I've made them without her. I've got a tupperware full of the cookies to mail to her. It's not the same, but I'm carrying on the tradition.
Above, the ingredients for the family recipe (my great-grandma's) minus the secret ingredient, of course.
They're not burned, either. That's a family tradition that came to an end with me.